Quiet Love

LERRIN

This was the first time since the attack that Lerrin had woken naturally, rather than because pain stabbed him back to consciousness. He opened his eyes to the early morning light and let go of a breath.

His body still hurt, but something had finally healed overnight. That feeling he'd been nervous about—as if something within him, something that tethered him to his life, was frayed and ready to snap—was gone. He rolled, wincing at the remaining pain, but thanking the Creator that for the first time he felt as if he would find his way back to his normal self. The herbs and massage Suhle had been doing was finally working. Then as he rolled onto his side, he found Suhle, curled into herself, her hair falling over her face, still deeply asleep and everything else went out of his mind.