ILIANA'S POV
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Nausea hits me like a brick as I sit up, my own body threatening to pull me back, but Drystan has his hands firmly wrapped around my upper arms, pulling me out of the tub with slow, careful motions while keeping himself steady with the swaying of the ship that's threatening his balance. My behind slides onto the edge, and my feet touch the soft fluffy mat, my toes curling as I force myself to focus on the floor, and not the throbbing ache at the back of my head.
"You good?" his voice stern and his words chipped, like there isn't actually enough time to even ask the question, yet he did. "I'm fine," I force the pain to the back of my mind. "Good," he yanks me up, his fingers intertwining with mine as he hauls me out of the room. Icy rain drops trickles down from the sky,
