Elizabeth jerks awake, her body suspended in readiness for pain that never comes. It is then that she finally takes note of her surroundings. There are no more chains holding her up and no metal cage imprisoning her. The smell of burnt skin and hair is now replaced with a very familiar scent of pine. Coldstrom.
She is in his chambers, and with that realization comes relief so great that she almost starts crying. He came for her.
A face hovers over hers, pale and lined with kindness. She opens her mouth to ask about Coldstrom but nothing makes it out of her parched lips.
"Gently, gently." The male elf says. He leans forward to help her sit up and she flinches away from his touch reflexively. He holds up his hands, taking a step back. With a snap of his fingers, the bed folds and tilts
