Morvane stirred, the faint hum of voices pulling him from unconsciousness. His body felt heavy, but the paralysis had faded. As he blinked his eyes open, he realized he was lying on a soft bed in an unfamiliar room. The warm glow of lanterns lit the space, their flickering light casting long shadows on the wooden walls.
"Morvane?" a familiar voice called gently.
He turned his head to see Medas and Crimson standing nearby, their faces etched with concern. Medas stepped closer, his sharp eyes scanning him for any sign of injury.
"Can you move?" Medas asked, his tone tense but hopeful.
Morvane hesitated, then flexed his fingers and shifted his legs. To his relief, his body responded. Slowly, he sat up, wincing as his muscles ached from the earlier ordeal.
"Yes," he replied, his voice hoarse. "I'm fine now."
