Cough—
When Losa awoke from his slumber, the first thing he felt was thirst. Immediately, without waiting for him to speak, a cold glass of sugar cane juice was offered to his lips. He sipped it slowly, feeling warmth in his heart.
Prajna was like that ever-burning lamp at home during the deep night; whenever you needed her, she silently waited in the shadows.
"How did the battle go last night?"
His voice was a bit hoarse, and instinctively, he reached toward Prajna's cheek.
Compared to his state just after being reborn yesterday, his mind was much clearer now. At least it was no longer a muddled chaos, though his eyelids felt heavy, as if he hadn't slept for half a month, making it impossible to lift them.
Prajna didn't reply, which surprised Losa. He then realized the touch felt wrong; though smooth and delicate, the facial features were different.
