The atmosphere in the chamber had shifted, and a palpable tension now filled the space.
Ragnar, his eyes never leaving Uzana's prone figure, knelt beside her, his hands gently examining him.
Uzana lay bare-chested on the stone slab in the healing chamber. Surrounding him, thick wisps of incense smoke filled the air, causing him to cough intermittently.
The opium's effects were starting to dissipate, his brow furrowing as his eyelids trembled, struggling to open.
The cool touch of the stone beneath him grounded Uzana. Slowly emerging from the depths of his opium-induced trance, a disoriented haze lingered in his mind.
He could feel the weight of his body, the solid surface beneath him anchoring him to reality.
"Ngh..." A soft groan escaped Uzana's lips. "Damn smoke... those damn bald-headed shamans..." He muttered with closed eyes, followed by a fit of coughing.
