Elora's face was soft and silent. Deremiah had cleaned the dust and dried blood from her forehead and her eyes rested gently.
Then, there was a small movement. Her brows creased slightly, and after that was a faint breath. A slow, shallow inhale.
Elora stirred.
Feeling a blast of her own consciousness, her eyes fluttered open, heavy with exhaustion. She instantly realized that she must have been asleep for a long while.
The air she felt was cold, sinking deep into her skin, making her feel sluggish. Her body felt weightless, yet unsteady. It was a completely odd feeling, like reality had shifted in the moments she had been unconscious.
Still lightheaded, she began to register her surroundings. The first thing she registered was the gentle, rhythmic creaking of the boat beneath her, swaying with an unseen current.
A boat? Now she was truly confused.
