Selene groaned, a low sound that rumbled in her chest, before her eyelids fluttered open. With worry etched on her face, Channe squinted back at her.
The healer swiftly moved to the door to pass a message and then returned to Selene's bedside, her expression a mask of sympathy. "You shouldn't be awake so soon... Your body must be in agony." Channe bit her lip, her gaze sweeping over Selene's still form.
Agony! My body is in agony! The thought screamed in Selene's mind.
"Water, please," she rasped, her voice weak. Channe was instantly at her side, offering the drink.
Satiated, Selene offered a quiet "Thank you," and rested back against the pillows, her thoughts swirling.
The encounter with the raging water had been terrifying; survival had felt impossible.
A small, involuntary smile touched her lips. She had survived. Just as she had told herself she would. The pain was immense, but she would recover. Like the others.
Maybe I really am a cat. A cat with nine lives.
