In the quiet aftermath of a tumultuous night, Garnt found himself bedridden, surrounded by the delicate embrace of sheets that felt like both a refuge and a cage. The room was dimly lit, and the air carried the lingering scent of herbs and medicine that a few of Gundo's students applied on his back.
Rona, his companion in adversity, lay beside him, eyes closed, her face a canvas of exhaustion. Ayra, another victim of the night's trials, occupied the adjacent bed, both of them nursing the aftermath of an ordeal that left every inch of their bodies numb.
Luckily Unami and Gundo were fine with all the other girls, but even most of them were feeling rather exhausted after what happened last night, and the rumours about Garnt's amazing night started to spread around the village.
