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~Lisa's POV
The morning light slipped through the cracks in the wooden walls, soft and golden. My whole body ached. Every bone, every muscle. It felt like I'd been beaten and left in the rain. I groaned and tried to sit up, but even that felt like lifting a mountain.
"What's wrong with me?" I muttered under my breath. I had shifted before, fought before, but never felt like this after. My legs trembled when I stood. My hands were cold. My chest hurt a little when I breathed.
The faint scent of herbs reached my nose, sharp, bitter, and smoky. I turned my head toward the sound of soft coughing.
Lira was there, bent over a clay pot, fanning the thick smoke that rose from it. She coughed again, almost choking, but kept at it, whispering something under her breath as the greenish smoke curled up.
"Lira," I said softly, stepping closer.
