“How are you feeling?” Caius was leaning over me when I woke up, and the rough stubble on his cheeks was evidence he hadn’t left my side while I was sleeping.
The opium had done more than numb my pain and I had fallen asleep at some point as Caius remained seated at the end of the bed.
“Better, I think,” I mumbled as I sat up slowly.
I was hit by a wave of nausea - the tedious and inevitable trade off for drinking the Cretic wine to relieve my pain.
At least the pain hadn’t returned, and when the initial wave of nausea passed I really was feeling better.
I moved slowly to get out of bed, and planted my feet on the floor.
When I still didn’t feel pain I pulled the sheet around myself and then stood up carefully.
It was as if I hadn’t been in searing pain earlier in the day, and I was
