Light danced across the wooden beams in the ceiling. Nasira sat upright and noticed a fireplace burning before her. She felt strange. It took a moment for the details of her surroundings to soak in. She tried to gather the threads of what had happened up to this point but her head ached and the threads fell loose.
‘How are you feeling?’
Nasira looked over at a woman standing in the doorway. She was twice Nasira’s age, with dark chocolate hair and concerned lines drawn around glacial blue eyes.
‘Been better,’ Nasira said.
Nasira’s voice warmed in her chest as she checked her clothes. She had everything on her except her knife and ruck. The woman noticed her concern and pointed to a corner of the room. Her things were there, almost hidden behind other satchels and rucks.
‘Your knife and
