Saphira’s POV
I woke up to the sound of crackling wood and the warmth of a fire brushing against my skin. As my eyes fluttered open, the dim light of dawn revealed a figure sitting across from me. Ferdinand. He was crouched by the fire, his gaze fixed on the flames, a pensive expression etched onto his face. I shifted slightly, trying to sit up, and he turned toward me, his eyes softening.
“You’re awake,” he said, his voice low and comforting. “I was worried for a moment.”
I gave him a slight nod, my heart filling with gratitude. I glanced around and noticed the area around us. We were still in the forest, surrounded by towering trees and the fresh scent of earth and pine. Yet, the anxiety that had clung to me last night seemed to dissipate in the warmth Ferdinand had created. The fire
