Qeya River blood skull

she had retired to the frigid caverns. not for the illusion of privacy or safety, but for the coldness of the walls within. her back had been pressed against one when she fell asleep.

she did not know how long it had been. she did not know of any conversations that occurred or if anyone checked in on her when she slept it all off.

if sun eater wished her dead, it would happen. regardless if she slept or not. he had told her to heal or die, though. she figured rest had to be the first step to healing.

perhaps she was being forced to become a medic, for herself if nothing else.

when her eyes opened it was to a figure shadowing. the scent of him thick with the masculine and the wounds. she did not move from her laid position. she was not yet certain if she had the energy to.

a low chuff in her throat to bring him inside, to bring him closer. she had not forgot that he had asked for her after he won. maybe through all of the cruelty was something she could cling to. she might be forced to find a reason to like him even if only to adapt, to survive.