A few hours later, the world returned to them slowly, like fog lifting from the mind.
Rael's eyes fluttered open first, his lashes heavy, his body strangely warm, and the familiar scent of their room filled his lungs before he even fully understood where he was. The bed beneath him felt too soft for a battlefield, the sheets too clean, and when he tried to move, he realized there was no pain, no soreness, no broken ribs screaming at him like before. His body felt… whole.
Beside him, Eon stirred at the same time, as if their souls had been pulled back into consciousness together, and she blinked slowly, her pale eyes sharpening with confusion as she lifted her head from the pillow.
For a moment, they both just stared at each other, their hands instinctively reaching out under the blanket to confirm that the other was real.
Then Rael's gaze shifted past her shoulder.
And his breath caught.
