Chapter 7

• Emersyn sat on the small couch, her foot propped up on pillows, and watched the interaction with the others. The ice pack on her ankle was helping to dull the ache but she found without the pain, she had no distraction from thought.
• “Are you sure you don’t want more to eat?” Shaelan peeked her head around the door of the kitchen and smiled at her.
• “No. Thank you.” She hadn’t eaten much, but she felt too full. It had been a long time since she’d had that much food available to her. She frowned down at the mug in her hands, she wasn’t even sure how many days had passed since someone had come down to feed her.