Chion's face changed. His eyes lost their gleaming. "There is no time.
We would both die if I carried you."
Lyte looked through and beyond him. "Carry me, then, for that's how I
wish it to be."
Without another word, glancing fearfully at the sun, Chion fled. His
footsteps sped away and vanished from hearing. "May he fall and break
his neck," whispered Lyte, savagely glaring at his form as it skirted a
ravine. She returned to Sim. "Can you walk?"
* * * * *
Agonies of pain shot up his leg from the wounded ankle. He nodded
ironically. "We could make it to the cave in two hours, walking. I have
an idea, Lyte. Carry me." And he smiled with the grim joke.