Yara woke to the rustling of canvas and the distant hum of voices. It had been days since they were rescued by the caravan, days blurred by rest and slow healing.
She stretched cautiously, feeling the lingering ache in her limbs. The interior of the wagon was cosy but cramped, filled with crates of supplies and a variety of travellers.
Glancing over, she found the dragon sitting by the mouth of the wagon. His gaze was fixed on the caravan members bustling about, his expression guarded but alert.
They had grown accustomed to the routine, though the urgency to reach Solaria remained in the back of their minds.
"Good morning," Yara murmured, testing the air with a tentative smile.
The dragon's golden eyes flickered towards her, a brief flash crossing his face before he nodded in acknowledgement.
