Warmth.
That was the first thing Adina felt. She groaned slightly, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked once, then twice, getting used to the bright light.
"Shut the curtains," came someone's voice. She couldn't decipher who it was. The lights dimmed instantly, and she sighed in relief, finally able to open her eyes fully and look around. She was in a room, she knew that much.
She looked to her side to see a woman, an elderly one grinding some herbs, she presumed. Adina managed to sit up, the memories came rushing in instantly.
The men. The fight. The incredible power she felt.
She looked down at herself, her body was perfectly intact. She touched her face and nothing was swollen. She gripped her hands, wiggling her fingers. There was no iota of pain.
"You healed faster than we expected," the woman next to her said. Adina looked at herself. "You are?"
"The one who was brought to heal your injuries… it wasn't needed though. You healed perfectly fine on your own," she replied.
