~ HARTH ~
The first time Harth came awake the room was so dark, she wasn't sure where she was. She tried to sit up, but pain ricocheted through her body and she gasped.
"Harth! Harth! Love, don't move." Tarkyn's voice was ragged and desperate, his hands immediately appearing on her arm, pressing her down into the furs—but even that small movement hurt and she struggled to breathe.
"What—where am I? Why can't I see—"
All at once the lights came on—there'd been something over her eyes and he removed it, pulling back whatever scarf he'd used, leaning over her, his face lined with worry, his eyes deeply shadowed and… haunted.
Hunted.
