Ravenna woke on the second day in a safe zone just beyond the Floor 11 entrance, a chamber of clean white stone that seemed designed specifically for recovery.
The Tower provided such spaces at intervals, places where damaged climbers could heal without fear of ambush, and Dante hadn't left her side since they arrived.
He was there when her eyes flickered open, ember-glow slowly returning to irises that had been dark and lifeless. He was there when she tried to speak and found her throat too raw for words. He was there when she finally managed to focus on his face, confusion giving way to recognition.
"How long?" Her voice was a rasp, barely audible.
"Two days." He leaned closer, relief evident in his expression. "You scared the hell out of us."
