As her second day of lucidity waned towards night, the clan hunkered down around her. She sat upright on her own, and Dani almost laughed at her pride simply because she was able to be vertical again. “We’ll head for the ship tomorrow,” Gelan informed her as Wynhod brought out his handheld. “Let’s go over our route so you know what to expect.” Wynhod showed her a map winding in a roundabout circuit through the forest, leading into a swampy section, which emerged in a rocky flat before descending into marshland again. “We’re not taking a straightforward route simply because we don’t want to trip over the Tragoom party. Remember the rock formation we decided to meet at should we become separated?” “Yes. The tallest of the group.” The formations had looked like fingers pointed accusingly at the sky. He tapped the part of the map that showed the plain. “That’s this section. Even if the Tragooms pick up our trail again, this area will leave less traces of our passage.”
