The warmth of the sun.
The softness of the blanket.
The weight his body had on the bed.
Lukas slowly woke up in comfort. A comfort he wasn't going to be afforded much longer. For today he was departing Snakewell to return to the wilds and the outposts. Back to a life of hardship and effort.
He wouldn't have to fight, bleed, or grow until he was recovered. But that wasn't to say he was going to live a life of luxury until then. No, he wasn't going to stay still and do nothing, he was going to live.
He was desperate to return to his old life, even if he didn't know what that was. He only felt the longing and yearning, but not what it pointed to.
To search his heart would do him no good, after all, he already knew himself better than anyone else, right?
