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                Slowly, he crawled over to the door and placed his ear against the stone to listen. There was movement, but it all remained at ground level. He gritted his teeth. It didn’t negate the fact that those abominations couldn’t scale the wall. In fact, they could be doing just that, planning to silently attack him once they reached the lip overhead.
                Carefully, he moved to the furthest corner of the room, placing himself in shadow. It may not make a difference, but it was worth a try.
                His stomach clenched, telling him he needed to eat more than one small pancake. Kyber eyed the remaining two in his pouch, choosing one. Training had taught him to ration, ration, ration, and never to count on finding provisions or water in hostile situations. The second pancake was as rancid as the first, but he managed to keep it down.
                His head ached. His eyesight was alternating between clarity and blurriness. He was exhausted. Actually, he was past the point of exhaustion.
                The scratching on the wall ceased. Kyber felt his muscles tense as he kept his gaze locked on the lip above him. At one point his vision distorted again. He was beginning to feel hot. Beads of sweat rolled off his pelt. He took a sip of water to cool himself.
                He had no knowledge of how long he remained there. He was aware of the shadows lengthening as the sun traveled across the sky. He knew he had bouts of unconsciousness, awakening with a start and a soft growl, claws extended as he imagined himself being surrounded by the grotesque little creatures.
                But instead of feeling better, he felt worse. His abdomen cramped. His head swam. Perspiration rolled off of him, a sure sign of a fever. If there was anything to be grateful for, it was that there had been no further scratchings at the door, and no sign of eye worms invading from overhead.
                He couldn’t stay in the strange little room any longer. He felt confined. It was difficult to draw a fresh breath, even though his air was not restricted.
                He managed to get to his feet. The dizziness grew worse, as did the roiling in his stomach. A sudden bout of retching caught him unaware, and he bent over to spew what was left of the pancake into a dirt-packed corner. When it was over, he felt somewhat better, but the fever inside his body refused to abate. He drank the last of his water to ease his parched throat.
                If he couldn’t find food, so be it. He needed water. Lots of water. He needed to drench himself beneath a cool spring.
                As he took a step toward the door, his sweaty feet slid inside his sandals. If he tried to run, if he had to make a dash to safety, he wouldn’t make it. Bending over, he started to untie the laces around his calves and ankles when he keeled over. Throwing his hands out to break his fall, he narrowly missed hitting his forehead on the wall.
                With a little more effort, he managed to remove his shoes, tying them to his belt. The rocky floor was uncomfortable. The tiny pebbles dug into his soles, one of the few places on his body that wasn’t covered in fur. But the discomfort was minimal and he felt more confident standing.
                Cautiously, Kyber opened the heavy wooden door a few millimeters and glanced outside. The area was clear, but it didn’t mean there couldn’t be a few eye worms standing guard. Hopefully he would be able to fight off any if there were. He needed water desperately.
                Being barefoot gave him better footing. Sometimes the soles of his sandals didn’t grip the ground as well as he wanted, as the shoes were more suited for the non-skid floor plating inside a space ship. He advanced slowly and glanced around the area to get his