EIRA’S POV
There was a blanket draped over me, but it felt heavier than it should’ve.
The blanket was very thick and looked like it was handmade, woven from different soft wool and yarn. It smelled of dry lavender and a hint of a minty oil I couldn’t quite recognize. I sat curled into myself on the warm sofa, legs drawn up to my chest as I held a ceramic bowl filled with a steaming soup in my shaky hands.
The surface of the soup rippled whenever my hands shook.
My eyes were fixed on the surface of the soup, and I started at it for a long moment. There were tiny herbs floating on the surface of the soup. I scooped some into a spoon and raised it to my lips. Even a small movement like that drained me instantly. My arms felt so weak, and each movement felt like the small strength I had w
