His face was expressive, and the look of fear gave Skyleen a chill. Little Arla could die. “She could die.”
The small man nodded, teal eyes filling with tears.
“You have a ship and can help her?”
“Ya, ya.” He rushed from the room and proceeded down a long corridor, his wings assisting him as he sprinted with Arla in his arms. Skyleen tore after him, weapon pointed even though it was not a model she was familiar with.