Aurora lay still on the soft bed in the healer's room, the flickering light of a small oil lamp casting gentle shadows on the walls.
Her eyelids fluttered as consciousness slowly returned, bringing with it a dull ache and the awareness of unfamiliar surroundings. She tried to move, but a wave of pain shot through her, reminding her of the ambush and the chaos that had ensued.
Jerome, ever vigilant at her side, noticed her stirring and turned his attention to her with a gentle smile.
He had brought her here, navigating through the darkened streets and avoiding prying eyes to ensure her safety. Now, as he hovered over her, concern etched in his features, Aurora felt a surge of conflicting emotions.
"How are you feeling?" Jerome asked softly, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet roo
