Blackwater Islands I swear, I knew just what to say

Awake as he was now, even lightly drugged with the dulling medicine, he could not remember much about his hallucinations.

The waking dream that had become his life during his stay, the woman made of light, the druids of shadow; no part was familiar.

When the woman spoke it was as if she knew him. The way she offered help gave him an inkling as to why: she had rescued him and become a caretaker to what remained.

How are you feeling? She went on to ask, turning from her concoction to look at him properly again. He felt his attention drift from her, bashful.

He did not answer - but made to reach eagerly for the brewing tea, impatient to try it.