"Well, who says they don't need us for something? Just because they haven't said anything yet . . . " Mal smiled sardonically. "I'm sure they'll let us know when we can help."

Wiping her brow, she grimaced at the sky. She'd kill for a breeze at the moment. It was so - still. Hot. Oppressive. It was as though she was being pressed in on from all sides. She almost wished for a Borogravian winter. It would at least be refreshing for a brief few minutes before making her want to hibernate.

And speaking of - "No," Mal said ruefully. "It was cold. Lots of mountains. Tremendously dreary, though, so no differences there. Yours?"