The hot water worked to soothe the ache in her body that burrowed bone deep after spending too long at Frostdrift's mercy with nothing to protect her but a blanket. Strelitzia knew that some strange herb or tincture had been added to the water by the strange aroma curling with the steam. Exhaustion set in when the edges of her pain became less sharp and Strelitzia found that her eyelids were too heavy to keep open, mind drifting into the haze of sleep.
"Strelitzia." She heard James' voice call to her.
A tumult of feelings she couldn't even begin to name ran through her at the familiar call. Why not after so long? "James?"
"Are you okay?" He asked, guilt and sorrow lacing his tone.
"Am I okay?" Strelitzia didn't even know how to answer that question, so she didn't. "Where are you? Where have you been?"
James took a step toward her, reaching his hand out. "Strelitzia, let me explain. I wanted to come for you, I just-"
