Eliron woke up feeling like he had been squashed underneath a rock. His entire body stung, and his muscles were aching all over.
But strangely, even with the pain, Eliron felt like a brand new person.
His muscles felt lighter than usual, and mana was circulating around his body, strengthening him from the inside out.
"What happened?" He muttered as he grudgingly opened his eyes, taking in the space.
He was back in his house, he could easily tell that from the architecture, but the room he was in was not his.
From the way the furniture was arranged, the tons of fluffy pillows on the bed and the size of the room, he realized it at once…
This was Yennefer's room.
He turned to the left when he noticed someone else's presence, his eyes landing on a figure sitting on a chair beside the bed.
The person was none other than Yennefer.
She was lazily resting her head on the edge, muttering something underneath her voice as she stared at the ceiling.
