/-Zara-/

Sunlight filtered through the drapes, almost blinding me. I looked over to the corner of the room and saw Draven, resting on a chair he must have dragged over.

I ached all over, but the fever had subsided. Thank the Goddess.

Rowan showed up as if summoned, checking my pulse and temperature.

"Much better," she breathed admiringly. "You're past the worst of it. How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been trampled by a horse," I admitted, my throat hoarse.

"That's natural. But you're ...