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Zephyra
...how long was I out?
The first sensation was not pain, but a fragile, unaccustomed softness beneath my bruised and aching body.
"Zeph!" as I regain control of my first thingy senses, the first thing I hear-though faint-is Maria's relief.
I stirred, a groan escaping my lips, and my eyes fluttered open. The room was familiar, thankfully