I was inside the tent before Wyers had fully turned, dropping to my knees beside the cot where Ryan lay stirring, his brow furrowed against pain still working its way through whatever fog Petra's remedies had wrapped around him.
"Ryan." My hand found him, steadying him as his eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glassy in the dim morning light filtering through the canvas overhead. "You're safe. You're going to be all right."
His gaze took a moment to fix on my face, confusion giving way slowly to recognition, and then, as awareness sharpened further, to something like alarm. "Arwen the ambush " He tried to push himself upright, hissing sharply as the movement pulled against his stitched wound.
"Don't move." I pressed gently against his shoulder, easing him back down despite his obvious f
