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Rhea awoke to the smell of damp earth and the faint murmur of voices. Her body felt heavy, as though she were sinking into the bed beneath her, but the softness of the fur blankets around her was a comfort she hadn’t felt in weeks. She blinked slowly, her vision hazy, adjusting to the dim light of the hut. Her mother’s village. Somehow, impossibly, she was home.
As her surroundings came into focus, she saw familiar faces. Talis, her mother, stood at the foot of the bed, her silver hair glowing faintly in the soft light filtering through the tent’s opening. Her expression was one of calm concern, but her eyes betrayed the worry she harbored. Lector hovered nearby, his wings barely making a sound as they fluttered nervously. The healers, robed in dark greens and browns, moved quietly around the room, their hands gentle as they placed wet cloths on her forehead and wiped away the sweat beading on her skin.
Rhea tried to move, but her body wouldn’t obey. She felt as if her limbs were weighed down by invisible chains. The simple act of breathing was laborious, each inhale sending a dull ache through her chest. For a moment, panic surged through her, but it was quelled by her mother’s soft voice.
“Rhea,” Talis said gently, stepping closer. “You’re safe now. You’re home.”
“How… how did I get here?” Rhea managed to croak, her throat dry, the words scraping painfully as they left her lips.
Lector, who had been nervously fidgeting in mid-air, suddenly landed beside her, his small face pinched with guilt. “I brought you back,” he admitted, his voice uncharacteristically subdued. “You were getting worse, Rhea. I didn’t know what else to do. So… I brought you back to Stella. I figured your mother could help.”
