The room was large.
Not by Novaria's standards, not decorated with the imported marble and crystal chandeliers that noble estates back there considered baseline. The materials here were different, the wood darker, the fabric woven in patterns that didn't exist anywhere on Novaria's continent, the furniture built with the particular care of craftspeople who had been perfecting their work for generations without outside influence.
But it was fitted for someone of status.
Her status specifically.
Yuki set Leon down on the bed with the same careful deliberateness she'd carried him with since the courtyard. Straightened the blanket over him. Stood there for a moment looking at his face.
Then she pulled a chair to the bedside and sat down.
And watched him sleep.
...
White.
Everything was white.
Formless and boundless and absolutely without feature in any direction Leon looked.
He looked anyway.
Where am I.
"Oh. You're awake."
He turned toward the voice.
