“Drink.”
“I am not thirsty.”
We’d been walking from the crash site for hours, and the mountains didn’t seem any closer.
“I don’t care, drink anyway. We’re keeping a schedule.”
She shook her head. “You forget always; I am Chanvite. We evolved on a world dryer than this. I have waters in bladders under my skin to last me three eights of days.”
I sighed. “I didn’t forget. I just feel guilty drinking when you don’t.”
“Remind me when we resting: show you where bladders are.”
“Why?”
“You can cut and drink from them if need arise.”
“That’s just disgusting.”
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