When she woke again, it was dark save for the crackling fire. Her body ached, but the medicine was still blocking the worst of the pain, which meant it was somewhat easier to slide out of bed to relieve herself. What time was it? How long had she slept?
"Is all well?" Came a rough, sleep-soaked voice that sent a brief hot tingle down Lucia’s spine that she should have been far too wounded and exhausted to feel. A large shadow came into view from the foot of the bed, a hand combing through her tousled hair. "Are you all right?"
"F-fine," Lucia stuttered, absently recalling she'd stuttered the same earlier. She was meant to be good with words now after her rigorous training but around Lestor her new found abilities and knowledge seemed to fail her utterly. "Why—what—are you sleeping on the
