Theron's face is filled with blisters and splinters of wood sticks to his forehead as he closes the door behind him. He limps a bit into the room and gives Isolde a long hug.
Mira rushes to his side to inspect his wounds and I stand up from the bed, checking my own body for any injury. I'm still confused about what had happened and still find it hard to believe that I'd been dreaming.
I look up and all eyes are on me, Theron's face is hardened with anger and Isolde is quiet but the rage in her eyes is hard to miss.
I switch my gaze from her to Theron's and to Mira whose face is scrunch up in disgust.
Deafening silence fills the room and I open my mouth to speak but Isolde beats me to it.
"Were you out of your mind?!" She asks, her voice a bit higher than usual.
"What did you think you were doing standing in the middle of the fighting ground like that?"
