"Another half dozen flights or so," Alera said calmly. "For tonight, at any rate. "
Half a dozen?
Tavi suddenly felt very tired. His imagination provided him with a sudden image - himself, lying in the snow like a sea jelly, every bone in his body smashed to powder, while a furious Kitai squishily strangled him.
Alera looked at him with a serene smile. "Shall we continue?"