Yara's eyes fluttered open, her mind a haze of confusion and pain. The first thing she noticed was the gentle sway beneath her, as if she were on a moving platform.
Her body ached, and her head throbbed with a dull pain. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings.
The ceiling above her was made of rough canvas, and the sound of wheels creaking and horses' hooves clopping reached her ears.
Horses? Where am I? She thought, panic surged through her as she tried to move.
A kind face appeared above her, a woman with graying hair and warm eyes. "Easy now, dear. You've had quite the ordeal."
"Where am…" Yara croaked, her throat dry and voice hoarse.
"You're with our caravan," the woman explained. "We found you and your husband by the roadside. You both looked like you needed help."
