Elara's pov
Waking up felt...different.
It wasn't the sharp snap of consciousness I was used to, not the jolt that came with a needle in my arm or the splash of cold water.
My first sensation was warmth. It was a radiating heat pressed into my back, nothing like the cold of the mountain.
Then came the weight.
A heavy arm was draped across my waist, pinning me into a mattress that felt too soft to be the burning stone floors of the mountain.
I looked down at my hands. The raw sores from the shackles were gone, replaced by white bandages wrapped with precision. Even my clothes bad been changed, the blood stained rags were gone replaced by a silk.
I shifted, my muscle screaming in protest as i tried to put a space between myself and the weight behind me. The moment I moved, the arm around me tightened, pulling me back.
A low groan followed and i froze.
