She woke up to comfortable warmth and the sound of a crackling fire that was far more soothing than that of the raging one in her earlier nightmare. It didn't burn in her mind in the same way at all.
There was no acrid smell. No burning flesh or fabric. There were no cries, no screams, just cozy silence.
She blinked, staring up at the wooden grain of the roof over her bed. Just looking up at it, she wouldn't have been able to say that this was an entirely different world from the one she'd been living in until she woke up as a maid. It just..
Looked like any wooden roof she'd ever been under.
The familiarity in that sense was an odd kind of comfort.
The bed was soft, and there were no threats she could feel nearby.
She was alone in the bed, so Donncahd must have gotten up earlier and for whatever reason not woken her.