{Ryanna’s POV}

"I’ll want to take a walk," I said, grabbing the edge of the bed as I pushed to my feet. My legs hurt like they still hated me for waking up at all.

Even hours after waking, my entire being refused to respond with the speed and efficiency I was used to. Or maybe it got familiar with the calm of deep slumber. The pain wasn't just a result of the poison but also weeks of back-to-back physical and mental exertion without proper rest.

Lydia, I think that's her name folded her ...