Nevara
The bath had helped.
Or maybe it was the food.
Or maybe it was just the exhaustion that came with pretending everything made sense when it didn’t.
Whatever it was, I felt heavy by the time Tobias guided me back to the couch, urging me to lie down again.
“You’re still recovering,” he said, brushing damp strands of hair away from my face. “If you were in a hospital, they’d make you rest. No walking, no thinking, no stress. Just sleep, hydration, and light food.”
I nodded faintly. “Makes sense.”
“Exactly. So I’m just following doctor’s orders,” he said with a teasing wink.
I gave him a weak smile and let my head fall back against the cushions. The fire still burned low, casting everything in a soft golden hue that made the cabin feel smaller… safer.
But I still couldn’t shake
