Thalia
It felt like I had been unconscious for a week. Without Nyra, my body no longer healed the way it used to. Every movement came with a reminder of the damage I'd taken, every ache proving just how vulnerable I had become.
The first time I tried to get out of bed, my legs gave out almost immediately. I managed a few shaky steps before I crumpled to the floor. I stayed there for a moment, staring at the carpet and willing my body to cooperate. With a muttered curse, I pushed myself back up and climbed onto the bed on my own, too stubborn to call for help.
Because if Xander walked in and found me sprawled on the floor, he'd scoop me up without a second thought and wear that painfully concerned look the entire time. The thought alone was enough to make embarrassment crawl up my spine
