When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was white canvas.
For several seconds, I simply stared at it.
Then I blinked.
Once.
Twice.
A familiar smell entered my nose.
Medicine.
Clean cloth.
Dried herbs.
And something else.
My pillow.
My head sank slightly deeper into it.
Good.
At least someone had understood the most important part of emergency medical treatment.
I remained there without moving.
My body felt heavy.
Not injured.
Not exactly.
Just… tired.
More tired than I remembered being before closing my eyes.
Then everything returned.
The forest.
Garron.
Father.
Valerian.
And.
My chest tightened.
I immediately stopped that thought.
No.
Not yet.
I turned my head toward the side of the bed.
A small wooden table had been placed beside me with a glass of water and several potions resting on it.
My cloak had been removed.
My boots too.
Someone had even cleaned the blood from my hands.
I stared at them.
Clean.
Completely clean.
