Mudminnow River Born Queen

Despite the physical harm Sarah's mind was intact, a little shaken and recovering, making her more jumpy and careful than her usual confident calm. She heard someone call her name and, since this had happened many times in her dreams, her first thought was that she had not awoken properly. That this was some sort of sick dream within a dream sequence with very real pain and sensations included. 

But not. The person, who emerged from the fog took very real proportions and was definitely of a solid matter. She regarded him for a long time in confused silence, her brow furrowed, while her eyes traced the features of the scarred brute, which was standing before her. Until her silver eyes met his green gaze and it was then, when spark of recognition released her from the frozen state and set her in motion. "You," were the first words she uttered, a little unsure, as if she still could not believe her eyes. "You," she said it again, getting to her feet, closing the distance between them and then in sudden burst of emotions she was right next to him and burried her face against the fur of her brother's neck, tears running dow her cheeks.