The next time Kathelyn opened her eyes, she found herself on a bed, wrapped in thick covers made from a fiber she couldn't discern. She was in a room. An ice room with a single lantern glowing right above her.
She sat up stiffly, moving subconsciously to massage her hand that hurt, but she found that there was no pain to be felt there at all. The hand was fully healed. She stared at it, thinking about the fox-elf woman and the healing spell she had cast earlier. She was the one who had healed her...
Kathelyn put the thought aside and shrugged the covers off, climbing off the bed and looking at the clothes they had worn her in. It was a size larger than she was, but usable. She scanned the rest of the room she was in—it looked like some sort of igloo, likely underground too, as she noticed the stairs that sloped up the single doorway to the room.
