Tarkus was true to his word. Kaira woke in the medical room to the familiar sounds of machines, but also to the unmistakable smells of coffee and sticky cakes.
She eased herself up and couldn’t help but smile as she saw Tarkus had a plate stacked high with the delicacies. The tell-tale traces of sugar around his mouth showed he’d enjoyed at least one of them himself.
He helped her to sit up, then to slide her feet onto the floor and to stand. She found her body was surprisingly strong. Not that she felt amazing, but she really didn’t feel bad, all things considered.
She ate one of the pastries and drank some coffee, taking the time to be sure she was steady, then she and Tarkus left the room and headed up the stairs. Tarkus was constantly there in case she faltered, but she managed
