Warmth.
That was the first thing Logan felt.
It wasn't the aggressive warmth his body had endured for the past hours. No, it was a much softer, gentler warmth.
His eyes cracked open slightly, barely able to focus.
He could see a stone ceiling above him, filled with tiny stone stalactites. The only light within the cave came from a small fire a few meters away.
Then, the pain hit.
A sharp wave of agony came from his shoulder, down through his chest and spine—but the worst pain by far came from his core.
He clenched his jaw, gasping quietly as his mind returned to reality.
"Logan?!"
Hearing Livia's voice, a wave of relief washed over him.
'We survived,' he thought, closing his eyes again.
Turning his head slowly, he saw Livia sitting beside him. Her face was pale and her eyes were red. Her combat suit was torn, even her hair was covered in frost.
But she was alive.
"You're awake," she whispered, her voice filled with exhaustion.
