The first thing Luka felt upon regaining consciousness was pain.
A deep, throbbing ache spread through every inch of his body as though molten iron had been poured directly into his veins. Even breathing felt difficult.
"...Kh."
Cold air brushed against his face, before the subtle movement of a rhythmic swaying.
Luka slowly opened one eye.
Dark crimson hair entered his blurry vision first, followed shortly by the heavy sensation pressing against the side of his head.
Soft.
Warm.
Very soft.
"...Mm."
His cheek sank slightly deeper before his vision finally cleared enough to understand the situation.
Brea was carrying him.
More specifically, his body had been slung over her broad shoulder while his face was firmly buried against the side of her enormous chest. The damaged leather armour did little to conceal the overwhelming softness compressed against him with every step.
"...This might actually be heaven."
Brea's ear twitched.
"I heard that."
"Heh..."
