Amyra blinked a few times as her eyes failed to adjust at first. The only sense that seemed to be wide awake was smell. As she breathed in deeply, the salty sea breeze entered into her nostrils, and filled her lungs with fresh air. The familiar scent of dusty, old, and loved books also surrounded her - and she felt safe for a moment.
Perhaps Dagon had come back to help her, and she was being cared for in her own bed. Maybe Azrianna's anger had died, and she healed her wounds. The thought comforted her so much that she rolled over to grab her favorite pillow, but instead her knuckled grazed against one the silver bars that surrounded her. The jolt of pain was enough to completely bring all of her senses to attention.
"Ah!" Amyra let out with a yelp as she clutched her hand to her chest and let out a soft hiss as she looked to the wound that stayed on her skin like napalm.
