Unspoken Warmth

Talia POV

The last thing I remembered was the fire.

Sitting on that log with one boot off and my ankle out and Karn saying something from the corner and the warmth of the fire finally — finally — reaching the parts of me that had been cold since yesterday morning. That was it. That was the last thing.

So why was I in a bed.

A very good bed. Warm in the specific way of something that had been slept