Thea woke slowly. Her consciousness was unwilling to return to reality and leave her dreams behind. The taste of blood lined her tongue and she blinked. Her eyelids felt heavy. At first she struggled to remember what had happened. The ground was hard beneath her and she took a slow breath, remaining still.
Bandits. Bandits that had singled her out and pulled her away from the main battalion. If they were close by, who knew what might happen once she woke. So she didn’t move at first. Slowly spreading her senses over her own body, working her way from her toes through her legs. Looking for points that were wounded or hurt.
Her right ankle ached with a sharp pain through the bone and her nose twitched with distaste. That would make running difficult. The rest of her ached, as though she
