And Zeela went tumbling over again, but this time, she managed to hold on to Mr. Grabby.

At least until she realized what a terrible (and painful) plan that was. Then she couldn't drop him fast enough.

This time, when she hit the ground, she rolled until she could land on her knees and jump back up again. "This thing just doesn't stop," she bitched, breath coming in deep gasps. But she was grinning as she said it. This was pretty much the most fun she'd had in weeks.

*It's an arm made out of rock,* Zhahar reminded her. *What do you think you're going to do to it? Hurt its feelings?*