Lumina woke late the next morning, the pale glow of sunlight spilling across her bed.
Her head felt lighter, her body strangely refreshed. For a moment she thought last night had been nothing but a fever dream, but then she sat up, clutching her blanket.
She remembered the feeling of gentle hands against her face, a cool cloth brushing her fever away, and the faint smell of incense that clung to her hair.
Her chest squeezed.
"Stella," she called softly and Stella entered, carrying a basin. "You are awake, my lady."
"Was it you?" Lumina asked, her brows furrowing. "Did you… take care of me last night?"
Stella blinked, confused. "No, my lady. I only just came in this morning to check if you are still asleep… Why? Did something happen?"
Lumina's heart dropped. She looked away quickly, hiding the sting in her chest.
"No... I must have been dreaming," she said quietly, though the words tasted like a lie. She could still feel him and that hurt her even more.
