Greta slowly came to, her breathing heavy, her entire body aching like she'd just been dragged through a storm. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times before finally adjusting. Soft candlelight flickered around the room, casting dancing shadows across the smooth wooden walls. The air smelled faintly of cinnamon and balsam, warm, calming, but unfamiliar.
The bed beneath her was far too comfortable for some kind of emergency shelter. Crisp white sheets wrapped around her, and a thick blanket pressed gently against her chest. But that comfort did nothing to soothe the dread that crept in as her mind started catching up.
"Where... where am I…?" she whispered, her voice hoarse and dry.
Greta tried to sit up, but the moment she moved her leg, a sharp pain shot up from her right calf. She bit her lip, stifling a hiss. Pulling the blanket aside, she found her leg neatly bandaged. White gauze covered a wound she couldn't even remember getting.
