Warmth.
That was the first thing Jax felt as consciousness dragged him back from the void.
The second thing was something wet and warm pressing against his lips, forcing a thick, salty liquid down his throat.
His eyes snapped open.
Queen Adelina's face was inches from his, her lips pressed against his mouth, her cheeks puffed as she fed him directly like a mother bird to its chick.
'What the fuck?!'
Jax's body jerked reflexively. He coughed, sputtering as the fish broth went down the wrong pipe.
"Cough! Cough! What the hell are you doing?!"
Adelina pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her face was flushed, though whether from embarrassment or the heat of the nearby bonfire, he couldn't tell.
"You collapsed," she said matter-of-factly. "You were burning up with fever. I had to get fluids into you somehow."
"So you decided to spit food into my mouth like a goddamn bird?!"
