A few days later, Cactus and Nameless were preparing a sack with fruits from the forest. Cactus was obligated to give Blister her full report on the mission, and the two were on their way to her camp in the desert, a day's flight at least.

"You ready, Little Sneak?" Nameless asked the SandWing, who had just gotten up. Her wounds had healed significantly in the last week or so, and she could walk again, although not too much before wearing herself tired. Nameless looked at her wounds, which were now just scars and faded burns.

"Yeah." Cactus answered, hobbling towards the big NightWing. He strapped the fruit basket to her shoulders and helped her onto his back. The two rose high into the air, Nameless being very careful not to hurt his friend, and flapped away towards the Kingdom of Sand.