When she woke up again, it was to a somewhat clearer head.
She could also feel sunlight on her skin, and the air was filled with the smell of fresh bread and roasting meat. She was lying on the softest bed she'd ever known.
Lucia slowly dragged her eyes open. Her breath hitched when she saw Lestor fast asleep in a large chair next to the bed, slumped over a stack of papers… Or what was left of them, the rest having spilled across the floor.
"Le—" She broke off, voice coming out a thin, hoarse whisper. Lucia licked her dry lips and tried to leverage her self up on her elbows, but the effort left her weak and shaky.
Her back and legs hurt, but it was distant, like there was a thin wall between her and the pain. Now that she was awake, she could feel the fuzziness, the floating sensatio
