Dron felt the life nectar working as he sunk deeper into the water, letting the thick liquid wrap around his body all the way up to his neck .
He was in pain, but he'd been through worse.
It was his mind that was really bothering him.
The panic.
In all of his life, Dron had never felt the level of panic he felt when he realized Tempest was in danger.
He should've known way beforehand. Should've been paying attention.
Instead, Dron was too focused on watching the woman in wonder as she perused the dangerous wilderness.
It was his fault. No, that wasn't true. He couldn't have known there would be a kaznok lurking nearby. They usually stay deeper in the trees. In all of his time living here, he'd only seen maybe a handful of kraznoks. It was just Tempest's bad luck that she got between its meal and it.
