I woke to pain.
Not the sharp, specific pain of injury, but the dull, throbbing ache of exhaustion. Every muscle in my body protested as I tried to move, and a groan escaped my lips before I could stop it.
"Easy." Marta's voice came from somewhere to my left. "You've been unconscious for two days."
Two days. I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light of the healing hut. Marta sat beside me, her weathered face creased with worry.
"Caleb?" The name was out before I could stop it.
Marta's expression flickered—something knowing in her eyes that made my stomach clench. "Alive. Thanks to you." She paused. "Again."
Relief flooded through me, so powerful that tears pricked at my eyes. "Can I see him?"
"He's resting. You both need rest." Marta leaned closer, her voice dropping. "B
