As Lewis grew increasingly frustrated over the identity of the familiar figure in the portrait, Edrik had finally awakened.
The first thing he noticed was the softness of the mattress beneath him.
For a moment, he simply stared at the ceiling, disoriented. Then, the memories of the dungeon along with its cold stone floor, chains on his wrists and the hunger felt strangely distant now.
Followed by a chair that creaked nearby.
"You're awake."
Edrik turned his head and saw Leo sitting beside the bed wuth arms crossed and an amused smile on his face. As fellow members of the same Order, Leo was one of the few people Edrik could speak to without formality.
"You look much better," Leo said. "Hmm, seems like His Grace's healers really did a thorough job."
Edrik pushed himself into a sitting position and glanced down at his body. The bruises and wounds that had covered him were gone, leaving only faint traces behind.
Silence lingered for a moment before Leo chuckled.
