Warmth wrapped her from all sides. Thick blanket, thick mattress, thick quiet. Something fuzzy was nudging her cheek in small, insistent taps.

Elynara stirred, eyes fluttering. Her head swam for half a second before it settled. She blinked once, then twice, squinting into the soft light.

Evening.

She wasn’t in the forest. Nor in a crater. No smoke, no claws, no teeth. Just the faint scent of herbs, wool, and baked roots. She exhaled slowly and let her muscles sink deeper into the straw-stuffed mattress.