Chapter 23: Water and fire
"A flying, talking Anvil," Rachel whispered. "You... have a summon? Why didn't you tell us?!"
Irwin didn’t respond but ran to Greldo. His friend was breathing in short, ragged bursts, his head red while pearls of sweat ran down his face.
“Does someone have water left?” he asked worriedly. He grabbed his own flask, but one check showed he must have drained it. He couldn’t recall when, but the few drops barely wet Greldo’s lips.
"Irwin!" Rachel shouted.
Irwin looked up. "Why do you think? If they had known, what do you think would have happened? Now, does anyone have water left?!" he shouted, looking around.
Daubutim sadly shook his head while Twintin was still staring at Ambraz in disbelief.
Rachel gritted her teeth, seeming ready to explode.
"Wha... what is all the co..motion about?"
Irwin looked at Greldo, feeling a tremendous relief as he saw his friend's eyes open. For a moment, they were foggy, then they focused on Ambraz and turned sharp.
"You okay? Get me up," Greldo muttered, holding out a hand to be helped up.
Irwin looked at Greldo, surprised, then very happy about his reaction. There was no 'what's that and why didn't you tell me'—just honest worry.
"I'm fine," he said, helping Greldo up.