Her wounded leg ached with a bruising pulse, and though she didn’t know exactly where she was, she knew from Jeiden’s presence that it was where she was meant to be. Wherever that was, it was clearly outdoors: Zech was covered with a patchwork blanket and lying on a well-stuffed bedroll, while Jeiden sat cross-legged at her side, his face illuminated by a nearby torch. Almost absently, as both his gaze and thoughts were clearly elsewhere, his right hand grasped her left, but as soon as she squeezed his fingers, he fixated on her in unabashed relief. “How are you?” he asked. Zech smiled weakly. “I’ve been better.” She pulled her hand free, tentatively seeing if she could push herself upright. But even lifting her head off the bedroll dizzied her; the stars blurred and swum like silver fish. “You need to rest,” Jeiden said, worriedly. “Zech, you nearly died.” She remembered the battle then – the bite of steel in her leg, the sound of her horse screaming, and the bright spray of blood as she’d slashed the throat of her attacker.
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