Though he hardly showed it, he was actually worried that I had been hurt pretty bad. “What happened?” I asked; my muscles protested when I tried to sit up, but I forced them to cooperate. “Are you alright?” Mattin interrupted. I nodded and Izar said, “You should have told me you were exhausted.” “I have fought before when I was that tired,” I growled, protesting that my sister was babying me. It was a lie, though. I had never actually fought at that level of exhaustion and she glared at me, knowing it was a lie. “Why would that have happened, then?” “How should I know?” I mumbled, avoiding the answer. “Are you going to teach me to swim now?” I asked, not so subtly changing the topic as I stood up—only a smidgeon dizzy. Izar looked at me like I was crazy and I could not see Mattin’s face to discern his expression. “You just passed out from overexertion and now you want me to teach you how to swim?”
