Olivia POV
I smelled sandalwood and had no idea why. It was light and sweet, but something about it disagreed with my stomach.
I fought a wave of nausea. My head was killing me.
I was in a bed.
Wait, what?
I got my eyes open and saw the tented ceiling above me. The lighting was dim.
With a groan, I sat up and saw that I was, in fact, in light brown tent. The bed was really more a cot, and I saw the shadows of people walking around on the other side of the tent walls. There was no other furnishing, but on the floor I saw a tray with a coffee pot and cups.
I regretted the noise I had just made, and in a moment, the tent flap to my right opened and Denis walked in. He as wearing full battle gear, clean and shining, and a sword hung sheathed at his waist. I supposed he thought he looked
