Dawn reached Ensmoire as fast as her feet could take. She didn't want to shift. Already she wasn't feeling too well. Quetz was standing there right at the edge of the forest.
'How are you?' he asked and immediately tucked her in his wings. She leaned on his neck and he placed his wing in a way so that she could sit on it. Her heartbeat was high. He couldn't help but feel as if his chest was about to explode. She was so sweaty, her eyes were red and all her energy was drained. She appeared fragile. 'What do I do to make you better?' he asked, feeling utterly helpless. He vowed to kill every winged demon that came his rider's way.
'I need water,' she said in a low, breathy voice.
A nearby Eoben lowered its branches, which were laden with large white flowers with petals resembling lilies. She plucked one of them and poured the nectar down her throat.
'Have more,' said Quetz.
