When Eva woke up again, she felt a strange comfort wrap around her, an unfamiliar ease that made her body feel heavy and light at the same time.
She shifted slightly, her muscles tight from what felt like an eternity of rest.
Stretching slowly, her limbs felt stiff, as if they'd been unused for days. Her eyelids fluttered open, her vision still blurred as she tried to focus on her surroundings.
The room slowly came into view—the wooden walls, the rustic furniture, the faint smell of old wood mixed with herbs—it was Xylon's room in the farm.
Her heart skipped a beat in realization. How had she gotten here? She couldn't remember.
Confusion clouded her thoughts, and she turned her head slightly, taking in the familiar room that had once been a place of peace and safety.
Before she could make sense of it all, the soft sound of birds chirping outside caught her attention.
Through the window, the sky was already bright, painted in hues of soft dawn.
