Chapter 118: It Can’t Be
>>Aelin
Warmth.
The first thing I noticed was the warmth of the blanket pulled gently over my shoulders. Then the scent of chamomile, clean linens, and something faintly sweet—like wildflower honey. My eyes fluttered open slowly, the light of the sun filtering in soft golden threads through the tall windows.
I was back in my bed.
Again.
But this time, I wasn’t alone.
A familiar figure sat beside me in a cushioned chair, woolen robes bunched around her small, round form. Lazelle. The kingdom’s best healer—an odd little sheep demon with droopy ears and a voice like cotton. She smiled the moment my eyes met hers.
"Oh good, you’re awake," she said, her voice gentle as ever. "How are you feeling, dear?"
I blinked. My throat felt dry. "I’m... I’m fine," I murmured, attempting to sit up.
Lazelle immediately leaned forward to fluff the pillows behind me and help me up with surprising strength for someone her size. "You shouldn’t have fainted like that," she said, eyes narrowing in mock scold. "That heart of yours gave us quite the scare. What happened?"
"I-I don’t really know," I frowned,