@BEOWULFS ( … ) forgive me, my lady… but safety is far from my foremost concern at the moment. tell me — how long have I been unconscious?
[ her breaths came out slightly shaky, sitting up properly as she glanced around, disorientated and unfamiliar with her surroundings. alyera’s fingers brushed against her shoulder, where a dull ache pulsed beneath the skin. she winced, the pain sharp enough to draw a hiss through clenched teeth. with slow determination, she swung her legs over the edge of the narrow cot, the cool air biting at her bare feet. the floor felt uneven beneath her, foreign.
she rose, unsteady, one hand gripping the bedpost for support as the room swayed slightly around her. her posture was tense, every muscle alert, as if expecting danger to emerge from the silence. the weight of unanswered questions pressed down on her chest, heavier than the pain. ]