Isadora was startled awake, trying to measure her breathing and make sense of her surroundings.
At first it was blurred and a sudden voice startled her, her mind reliving the events, the scary-looking pirates, and suddenly everything going blank.
"You're okay"
Her vision cleared and scarlet eyes stared back at her.
"You're alright," Rav said in a soothing voice before stretching his hand to her, his grip around something, it was a flask.
Gulping in thirst, she reached for it and took heavy chugs to sedate her patched throat before coughing and spilling the water that found the way to her throat.
The strong urge to vomit overwhelmed but she tried to hold it in.
Isadora sighed in relief when Rav helped stroke her back. "You didn't have to go through that" his voice was edgy, filled with concern, and yet dangerous.
