He was curled into a fetal position, eyes open and unseeing. Amon turned him gently on his back, then cupped his cheek and pressed their foreheads together. “No,” he said, in a hoarse, scorched-throat voice. Caedian blinked slowly. He licked his lips. “Is it dead?” Amon laughed—a single, rollicking note—and kissed Caedian on the forehead. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, it’s dead, you killed it.” Caedian put a hand on Amon’s shoulder and pulled himself to a sitting position, wincing. “I feel like I’ve...been thrown through the air by a dragon, actually.” There was a halting and rehearsed quality to his voice, as if he was reading from a book, but he was smiling, and alive, and speaking. Amon could ask for nothing more. The others only now seemed to have noticed that the dragon had fallen; they stood around with weapons still raised, slack-mouthed and blinking in the cooling air.
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