Firewood

As Skye slowly opened her eyes, she found two enlarged, beautiful green ones staring back at her. Warm, strong arms wrapped around her, and begun to tenderly squeeze the life from her. Tidas' scent mixed with the smell of Earth both comforted her, and reminded her of what had just happened. She craned her head as best she could to look at everyone around them.

Counting three other heads, she snuggled against Tidas' chest in relief. He stroked her hair as he whispered about how worried he was, and how much he loved her. Skye felt like crying, but quite frankly; she didn't even have the energy for that. Her whole body ached, she was slightly dizzy, and her stomach felt like it was eating itself.

"How do you feel, child?" Nicolas asked with concern.

"Well she couldn't possibly feel good now, could she? Don't ask stupid questions, Nic! Just give her the cup," Maevis said in a scolding tone.