Tave woke up to the soft rustle of fabric around him, finding himself inside a tent, lying on a bedroll. His clothes had been changed, and his wounds had been tended.
How long had he been out?
He didn't waste time wondering. He sat up, groaning slightly, and pushed himself out of the tent, squinting into the daylight.
Outside, the rest of the team were busy. Some discussing, others reorganizing gear. And then he saw Oriana, who caught sight of him immediately.
She smiled, lifted a hand, and walked over.
"Hey… you're finally up," she said gently.
"How's Lily?" Tave asked.
Oriana glanced toward the tent beside his. And as if on cue, Lily stepped out. Her short blonde hair slightly messy, her usual furrowed brow in place.
Tave's eyes dropped to her right hand, now hanging limp at her side.
Later, the two of them sat together, a little ways from the others, resting on a log in silence.
"How is it?" Tave asked softly.
