Consciousness returned slowly, like wading through thick mud...
Something warm and soft was wrapped around him.
His eyes opened to darkness, though not complete. Faint light filtered in from somewhere, just enough to make out shapes and shadows. He turned his head slightly, wincing at the spike of pain that shot through his neck.
He shivered lightly then shifted into the warmth.
He recognized the scent.
It was Aisha's.
She was curled against him, her body pressed close, one arm draped across his chest. Her breathing was slow and even, her face peaceful in sleep despite the dirt and scratches that marked her skin. Her hair had come loose from whatever tie had held it back, falling across her face in dark waves.
Nero found himself smiling despite everything.
Despite the pain, despite the fact that he had nearly died and probably should have died.
