Aurelion slowly regained his consciousness, drawn back from the infinite Void by a soft, insistent light.
He blinked, the brilliance searing his vision.
He could make out a pale blue, scaled hand suspended in the white haze.
He raised his own hand to shield his eyes and pushed himself to a sitting position. A low grunt of pain escaped his lips as he instinctively clutched his torso.
The light from the blue hand dimmed, and the world swam back into focus.
He was at the entrance of a narrow cave. Kneeling before him was Zura, and just behind her stood Rokar, grumbling under his breath, flanked by the other lizardmen.
"Easy, now," Zura said, her voice soft. "Your wounds were in a terrible state. Don't push your body."
Aurelion looked down at himself. The arrow wounds on his arm and leg were cleaned and expertly bandaged. He touched the left side of his face. The bandages there were far more secure than the hasty work he had done himself.
