"So," Yòu Lín said, tugging on Hóng Yè's sleeve as they stumbled through the tunnel, "do you think Elder Emberglow would let us visit tomorrow? Or maybe later today? How many hours are in a dragon day? Is it the same as regular days? Ruì Xuě, do you know?"
"I don't know," Ruì Xuě said.
"Okay, Hóng Yè, do you know?"
"I don't know ANYTHING anymore," Hóng Yè muttered. "I don't know where we are. I don't know how to get back. I don't know why I agreed to watch you. I don't know—"
"That sounds like a lot of don't knows," Yòu Lín observed. "You should work on that."
Hóng Yè made a sound like a dying teakettle.
The tunnel stretched ahead of them, dark and twisty and absolutely identical to every other tunnel they had passed. Which was fine. Great, even. Tunnels were fun. Tunnels were—
"Are we lost?" Ruì Xuě asked.
"No," Hóng Yè said.
"Are you sure?"
"...No."
"HA!" Yòu Lín pointed triumphantly. "You said don't know again!"
"I'm going to strangle you."
"That means he loves us!"
