When Rey's eyes fluttered open, the first thing she saw was the low wooden beams of the ceiling above her and the weight of warm fur draped across her skin. For a heartbeat she lay still, disoriented, the faint crackle of fire somewhere nearby soft against her ears.
Movement at her side caught her attention.
Erik.
He was crouched near the fireplace, his broad shoulders tense, but when he noticed her stirring, he turned, his expression softening into a small careful smile.
"You're awake," he said gently, moving closer. "How do you feel?"
Her throat was dry, her body heavy as if weighed down by a tonne of bricks. She pushed herself weakly into a sitting position, the dull ache in her back flaring into something sharper. Her gaze swept across the small room, confusion deepening as she to
