When Arella came to, the first thing she felt was warmth. It was the familiar heat of her holy power flowing through her bloodstream, though it did not feel exactly the way she was used to, it was a warm welcome to the fury of battle from the last few hours.
She lay on silken soft sheets with a warm blanket covering her body. For a moment, she did not even dare to move her body. She pushed her holy power inwards to feel every ache of her muscles, every nerve, every movement of her holy power in her body, and in a little corner of her mind was a wriggling little thing.
The bond.
Varziel was alive. She breathed a sigh of relief, her heart calming.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at the canopy above the circular bed in which she lay. She immediately recognized the black and red decor and her heart calmed even further.
