ERIS
I watched Soren walk out, the faint echo of his words still clinging to the air. You're a mean woman. He had said it with a smile, but it hadn't felt like one. There had been something sad in his eyes, and it unsettled me more than I cared to admit.
I leaned back against the pillows. My body ached as though it had been torn apart and stitched back together. My throat burned with thirst. The last thing I remembered was the tent, everything going white, muffled screams, and someone... someone calling my name. Then nothing.
If Soren's face had looked like that, and Ophelia was fussing over me like this, then I knew. I must have lost control.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice hoarse. "How was I stopped?"
Ophelia hesitated. I saw the flicker in her eyes before she spoke. "It was Soren. He... " she bit the words short. "He saved us. He stopped your fire. He… carried... " She stopped again, pressing her lips together.
