She could hear faint voices. Unfamiliar to her she forced herself to wake up. Her body felt stiff and more rugged. When she groaned her voice felt slightly different.
"Look! He's waking up." A man's voice alerted the others.
"He? Who're they calling he? Someone must've been washed away with me all along." She thought.
"Be careful. He's injured. The sea water still lingers in his lungs. He's only a child." A woman cautioned.
When Sloane opened her eyes, a dull candlelight greeted her. The ceiling was different. The room was dim. But her vision was still foggy. She tried to perceive a clear picture of her attendants.
"Where is this-?" She managed to croak a few words but cough evaded her voice.
"Careful now. We saw you washed away on shores." The man cautioned her.
"Boy you nearly died out there. Your body was stiff and cold like a corpse washed on the sea." He said.
"Boy? Who?" When Sloane managed to move her hands she couldn't recognize her hands.
