Chapter 89: Tenth Floor
“Whew,” Tulland sighed.
“Whew?” Necia turned around and started poking Tulland in the chest. Even though his weird fruit-pit chain mail, it kind of hurt. “Whew, he says, having made me wait until the very last minute before I’d either have to abandon him or die to not abandon him? Whew?”
“I mean, I made it,” Tulland tried, defensively.
“And poor White. The man is two hundred years old.”
“He’s not.”
“Close enough. He’s old and just trying to help his planet with his last little bit of life and you made him think he might have to give that up just to keep you alive. You should have seen him. He was fretting. Fretting, Tulland.”
“Where is he, anyway?”
“Probably already fighting for his life. His tenth level is different than ours because of the way his class works. But it’s a hard transition to have to make that quick. I hope he’ll be fine.” Necia shook her head. “It’s hard to imagine him not being fine, honestly. He’s a tough old man. But still. What do you have to say for yourself? How could you possibly justify that?”
“I got a lot of new plants. Like a lot, a lot,” Tulland said.