The room was quiet, save for the soft flicker of candlelight and the faint hum of magic still lingering in the air. My mind felt heavier than ever, as if it was struggling to catch up with the world around me. The warmth of the room, the plush softness beneath me—it all seemed distant, as though I was floating in some space between worlds.
I tried to blink, but my eyes felt like they were sealed shut by an invisible weight. With a low groan, I managed to open them, just a crack, and immediately the flickering lights around me blurred into soft halos.
Luviyah's face was close, so close I could see the fine details etched in her features. Her expression, usually so composed, was now strained with worry.
The silver of her eyes was clouded, her brow furrowed as she watched me with a gaze filled with something, something deeper than concern. It was something… personal.
