Time frame: wartime
Ragnar slowly opened his eyes, his head still groggy from the week-long slumber. The first thing he saw when he awakened was Lady Sophia, asleep with one hand resting on his arm.
She had fallen asleep. Her head was resting on the edge of the bed where Ragnar lay. She appeared weak and pale, her face etched with exhaustion from the rigorous process of curing him and Qedren of the poison.
In the dimly lit tent, her breathing was soft and steady, with a hint of a raspy undertone. Despite her outer appearance, her power and proficiency as a healer were undeniable, a true testament to her remarkable character.
As Ragnar looked at Sophia, he noticed the intricate patterns forming on her skin, reflecting the complex energy flow that encompassed her.
