"…Liam?" Her voice was raspy, a whisper more than a word, but it carried an unmistakable trace of recognition. "You… you're here."
He offered a small nod, stepping a little closer. "You're awake."
She tried to sit up, wincing as her arms gave out beneath her. The threads beneath her shifted, responding to her weakness, lifting gently to support her back like a sentient cushion.
"What… happened?" she asked. "Where… am I?"
She suddenly noticed the strange bed she was lying on, and her eyes widened slightly.
She wanted to scream in surprise, but Liam's face calmed her down, along with his words.
Though she didn't understand what was going on, she trusted him enough to know that he wouldn't try anything that would hurt her.
"You're safe," Liam replied, his tone calm. "We're inside an abandoned cottage—something like a resting chamber. You were unconscious after the fight. I brought you here."
