Nidia rubbed her eyes and yawned before rolling over and getting up. It had been four days since the spell incident, and the situation seemed optimistic for her this morning. Maybe she could stay in her human form all through breakfast.
Ysilnod sat behind her, brushing her hair while she absently stuffed stale and hard oatcakes into her mouth. They were running out of food soon. Even their jerky bag had no more than a few pieces left in it.
"I dreamed of Heidemann," she said.
"The knight commander?" asked the drow.
"Yes, I dreamed that he pierced me with that lance. The lance was on fire."
Shawn looked guiltily at her. "What a terrible nightmare. You must have had a rough night's sleep."
Nidia shook her head thoughtfully. "No, it wasn't a nightmare. He stabbed me, but it didn't hurt.
