Nevara
The headache dulled to a throb once the tea settled, but the dizziness lingered—like the room was floating a half‑inch behind my eyes. Tobias watched me too closely as I shifted on the couch, as if gauging how much of myself I still had.
“Let’s get you in the bath,” he said gently. “It’ll help.”
I nodded, because the idea of hot water sounded like relief. He disappeared into the bathroom, and a moment later the sound of rushing water filled the cabin. I followed slowly, one hand trailing along the wall for balance.
The bathroom was small but clean. Steam fogged the mirror. The tub was already half full, bubbles piling high with a faint medicinal scent—Epsom salts, he’d said.
“I need to pee,” I murmured, pausing by the toilet.
“Here,” he said immediately, stepping closer. “Let
