The blinding migraine from the memory download slowly receded to a dull, rhythmic ache. She blinked a few times, letting the ambient light filter in as her vision finally stabilized. The rotting, damp ceiling of the woodshed was gone. The cold rain and mud of the alleyway were completely absent.
Right above her head was a sturdy, unadorned wooden canopy.
Heena slowly turned her head against a soft cotton pillow, her dark eyes scanning the perimeter. It was an entirely unfamiliar room. The wooden furniture was plain but remarkably well-kept, devoid of any intricate carvings or expensive porcelain displays. It was a space that was decidedly less luxurious than the gilded, wealthy halls of the main Lu estate, but it was warm, quiet, and infinitely safer than where she had been.
