“Enadell?” the word stuck in Adelynn’s throat. She coughed and the Firewalker woman handed her another glass of water.
Adelynn looked around, suddenly frustrated that there were no windows in this room - no way to confirm the Firewalker’s claim.
“But…” she murmured, trying to make sense of everything. “I was dying.”
The Firewalker woman nodded.
The male Firewalker approached Adelynn, holding a small jar in his hands. The woman moved aside and he began applying whatever sort of salve was in the jar to her neck and face.
Adelynn wondered how bad she looked - she was sure she’d suffered serious burns from her encounter with Eshne.
“How did I get here?” Adelynn asked once more as the man withdrew, done with the applicati...
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