I woke up to the feeling of sunlight on my face and a dull ache spreading through every part of my body.
I was lying on my bed in the orphanage.
Someone had taken off my boots and thrown a blanket over me. My clothes were still dirty from yesterday, covered in dried mud and little tears from the thorns. My arms felt like someone had used them to hammer nails into a wall, and my legs were so sore that I did not even want to think about moving them.
But I was alive.
I sat up slowly, groaning as my back cracked in a few places. The bruises from the rocks were still there, but they were already fading. The cuts on my arms and face had closed up overnight, leaving thin red lines that would probably be gone by tomorrow.
My body healed fast. Faster than it should have. I knew that was because of Mia's power. She had used her Soul Weaving on me when I first washed up in the river, and ever since then, my body had been recovering quicker than normal.
