"Oh, good, you're finally awake."
Ophelia feebly opened her eyes to a dark forest canopy.
'What…? Where…?'
Mias, the boy who'd been by her side during her entire fight, was sitting beside her on a tree stump, stoking a fire.
"You should probably stay lying down."
In his left hand was a stick with a skinned beast at the end. It looked almost like a rabbit, or at least that's what it looked like in the dark.
Ophelia looked down at her body only to find herself under a thick blanket of tangible smoke.
She could feel her muscles sundered and ligaments torn, overworked and destroyed.
Yet she could feel no pain.
Not yet, at least.
Ophelia, still dazed, let her head fall back down and stared up toward the starless sky hidden behind the leaves.
'I… I lost.'
Tears swelled in the corners of her eyes and slid to the ground.
