(Planet Ixtal, Cult Camp, Leo's POV)
*GASP*
Leo woke with a sharp intake of breath as his body jerked slightly, his awareness snapping back into place before his eyes fully opened, as the first thing he felt was a dull, aching soreness radiating from his abdomen.
His hand moved there on instinct.
*Wince*
Pain flared faintly at the contact, not sharp enough to cripple him, but persistent enough to remind him that whatever Soron had done had not been gentle, even if it had been effortless.
'What the hell was that attack?'
Leo wondered, his thoughts slow and heavy as he stared up at the canvas ceiling of a small tent, light filtering through the fabric in muted hues as the distant sounds of the Cult camp drifted in faintly.
He lay there for a few seconds longer, breathing steadily as he took in his surroundings.
The faint smell of treated cloth and earth lingered in the air, while the low murmur of soldiers training sounded outside.
