Her eyelids felt heavy when she started to regain consciousness. She felt warm, and comfortable, two things that she had never felt ever since she started to run for her life. After a few moments of struggle, the woman finally managed to crack her eyes open and blearily took in her surroundings as her eyes focused slowly. She was in a bedroom, on a warm big bed. Blinking, she finally remembered what happened the day before and moved to sit.
As she did so, she noticed that her wound from the fight had been tended to and bandaged, in fact she now barely felt the wound except for some discomfort when she jarred her side.
Looking around again, she saw that her bag and weapons were stashed beside the bed and took them quickly. She didn't know where she was, and while she doubt whoever saved her held any ill intent towards her, she couldn't help but gripped her swords sheaths tightly, warily wondering who had saved her and why.
