"You are reckless, Sol. You really fight like a madman who doesn't care about his life. But you held the line when it mattered most." She looked him dead in the eye, the gratitude completely genuine. "You saved my daughter. You saved my tribe. You have my thanks. The Veynar owe you a debt that cannot be paid with just meat and shelter."
"You guys gave me a place to stay and a method to awaken my core," Sol replied, brushing it off smoothly. "You helped me a lot. This was just what I had to do. Call us even."
Veylara let out a short, rough laugh. "Modesty doesn't suit you, boy. But fine. We are even."
"So, what's the situation now?" Sol asked, looking out at the tree line. "I blacked out right after the Beetle dropped. What happened?"
