Shivani had plunged back to sleep somewhere in the conversation between the two men. Now she was awake again, that is, her mind was working but body was still rigid.
Her mouth was cracking dry and face burning with heat. There was fire around.
She tried shifting away.
"Hey are you alright Shivani? You need water?" The familiar voice came, more soft and gentle than ever. Puzzle was coming back together in her mind.
Suddenly she felt a cold glass of brass, touch her lips and lean to an angle so that water can make it's way slowly in her throat without much work from her side. It felt good.
"Thunder." Shivani murmured, she remembered.
"Yes I'm here. Can you talk?" Thunder moved closer and bend over to listen better.
"I can't open- eyes. I can't move."
"Yes I know, you were thrown away from the castle and hurt. You will be fine soon, don't push yourself."
