"Willow. Hey. Wake up, Willow."
Evren's voice seeped through the fog of her consciousness, soft but urgent. She felt light touches against her cheek, coaxing her awake, and her eyelids fluttered open.
Evren's face came into view blurry at first, just a mess of gold and shadow but when her vision cleared, she could finally make out the sharp worry etched in his expression.
"Evren?" Her voice came out hoarse, small.
Relief flickered across his face. "Thank god. You're okay."
She realized then that she was half-curled on his lap, his arm braced tightly around her waist to keep her steady. Her head throbbed faintly, her lungs still burning from whatever gas had knocked them out.
But the moment her gaze swept the space around them, the fog of confusion evaporated.
Cold metal. Iron bars. The faint hum of energy coursing through the floor.
A cage.
Her eyes flew wide, the last traces of drowsiness vanishing in an instant. She pushed herself upright, clutching at the bars.
