Logan's eyes fluttered open, the ceiling above him blurred by fatigue that overwhelmed his aching body; he was without injuries, though.
Before sight returned fully, warmth enveloped him, gentle, steady, and soothing. As his vision cleared, he saw a soft glow spreading across his chest, easing the stiffness in his limbs and quieting the ache in his core.
The one who was healing him was Lisa, who was sitting beside him, her hands pressed against his chest, light magic flowing steadily from her hands onto his body.
Her expression was tired, her brow damp with sweat, but her eyes were closed as she concentrated all her energy in healing him.
"That feels nice…" Logan whispered gently, trying not to spook her.
"Idiot, I told you to take someone with you if you are going into the labyrinth. We were all free," her voice was clear, filled with relief but stern.
Logan tried to sit up, but a sharp pain forced him back down. "Ouch… feels like I came back from the dead…"
