Dynatha stirred from a light sleep. Drifting between awareness and slumber, she didn’t know where she was or what she was doing. The last thing she remembered was being at the shores of Lake Natth before being attacked by a strange talking beast. Had she just imagined it? It seemed too fantastic to be real. Perhaps she had been crippled by the heat and rescued by one of her companions? “Save your strength. Your leg got messed up pretty badly, and I don’t think you’ll be able to heal it.” “Don’t worry. I can use the Force to heal myself. I just need to find the wounds,” Dynatha said. “Northeus?”