Asra's breath was hot, moist against the back of his neck, and Symon felt the trickle of the other man's blood down his skin, over newly healed scales. "Oh, you and me both." Symon muttered. He had to brace the arm with the injured shoulder against his lap, gritting his teeth as every jounce of Jasper's gait sent pain shivering through his nerves.

Well, at least we didn't die.