Olivia's POV
Pain was my first sensation as consciousness returned - not just from the wound in my shoulder, but a bone-deep ache that spoke of pushed limits and battles fought. The second sensation was more surprising: everything felt *more*. The rough texture of cotton sheets against my skin, the mingled scents of herbs and blood from the infirmary, the whispered conversations from corridors away.All my senses seem to have become more acute.
"She's waking up," Sarah's familiar voice came from nearby. Even with my eyes closed, I could smell the mix of dried blood and healing salve on her, along with exhaustion and worry.
"How long?" My voice came out raspy from disuse.
"Three days." Sarah moved closer, her steady presence a comfort in my heightened state. "You pushed yourself too hard
