Valerian
I snapped back to reality. I laid in a plush bed surrounded by pillows. The room around me was a mystery. A light blue that reminded me of robin's eggs painted the walls. An ornate dressing table with a large mirror stood in the corner.
A vision of myself reflected in the glass and the sight was far from pretty. I assumed from the smell and the décor I was in Melisande's home. I wondered if we were still in the desert or if that was just the preamble to the dream I had. The warm air clung to my skin, but not nearly as hot as I would expect.
Bloody, soiled bandages wrapped tightly around my wounded chest. The wound beneath healed enough to not need the wrapping any longer. My body ached like nothing I experienced before. I'd been injured in fights, but this ran deepe
