"Did all your stallions and mares run me over?" Freya asked, wincing as she adjusted herself on the bed.
"You know exactly what happened, Freya," Zavian said meaningfully.
Freya rubbed her weary face, her skin the same dull grey. "Yes, I do. And it was enough to scare a warrior like me."
The door busted open, and Freya shook, her hand reflexively reaching for the knife by her side even though there was none there. Azriel slammed the door with the same force he entered, and joy burst through him as he stared at Freya.
"So it's true," Azriel chuckled. "You made it back to this end."
"How did you hear so fast?" Freya asked.
"Zavian. It doesn't matter. You, Freya, owe me hundreds of hugs for all the worry you put us through." Azriel took the route through the bed to hug her, and both Zavian and Freya screamed in warning.
"The doctor just checked her, and she still needs time to heal," Zavian said, a hand held up close to Azriel's face.
