Jenaveve had to force her eyes to open. They felt so heavy and begged to close again, but she didn’t want to go back to sleep, not when she didn’t know where she was at, not when she didn’t feel Rían close by anymore. That alone scared her enough to wake up a little more, but the anxiety was soon replaced by a sickening fatigue that made her head swim and stomach knot. Taking a few breaths, it tempered the nausea a little, but she still felt on the verge of needing to puke. To help the room stop spinning, Jenaeve squinted up at the crude, jagged rock above, staring at it for a long while. The dark craggy ceiling was actually interesting, glittering with the flickering light of the torches like stars winking in a midnight sky.
“Jen?” his voice tugged her attention like it tugged at her he
