Sage
My eyes creaked open. Sweet smoke wafted over me and firelight played on an unfamiliar wall. I stretched and I lay in a large bed, built from sturdy logs, piled high with quilts and a soft mattress. No wonder I had slept so soundly, dry and warm and more comfortable than I’d been in my entire life. My body felt limp, ravaged by weakness and gnawing pain.
“Where am I?” I rasped. The words tore my dry throat.
“Shhh.” The warrior, Thorbjorn, sat on the bed, threading an arm behind my shoulders, propping me up to drink.
I sipped the steaming liquid, pausing when the bitter taste filled my mouth.
“A little more, sweet one. It is an herbal brew. The witch gave us medicine to heal you.”
A snort from the cabin floor. The wolf stretched out before the door, and shook his large head.
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