Kiran woke up to strong gusts of wind blowing across the side of her face. She squinted her eyes and groaned as she felt the stiffness in her back in the curled up position that she was in.
"Kiran?" a familiar voice muttered against her ear.
It sent pleasant chills down her spine. She leaned away from the warm chest she was curled up against and scratched her eyes.
"Noorh," she remembered, recalling where she was and who was with her. "Are we leaving?"
"Yes. We're close to the middle level of the mountain. I've recovered enough to get us past it. We should be able to receive help in getting down the mountain once we cross that point."
"Help? Do you have fellow adventurers waiting there?"
"Something like that. Here," Noorh said, offering her a jerky.
"You had one already?"
"Yes."
