Light flooded all around me.
It was a pale, icy blue light, and it filled my vision completely so that I couldn’t see anything but the light. It was everywhere, and I could feel it seeping between my fingers and into the gaps between my hair.
My pain was gone, and in its place was a deep sense of calm and tranquility. None of the ache in my body remained, and the light seemed to have pushed it away, or perhaps absorbed it to wherever it was coming coming from.
Except the light wasn’t around me. It was coming from inside me. I was the light, and it was my glow that filled the entire room.
Through the blinding brightness, Eragon’s face swam in my vision. I saw him kneeling on the ground with a dejected look in his eyes, and he was holding something in his arms.
Or rather, someone.
