Sairis's POV
Sairis woke to something warm and damp pressing against his nose. He groaned and turned his head, but the thing followed him.
He frowned, his nose twitching as a damp breath brushed over his skin. The smell of hay and earth filled his senses.
Slowly, he opened his eyes. A large, familiar face stared down at him, dark eyes calm and curious. "By the gods…" Sairis muttered hoarsely. "You again."
His horse blinked lazily, its nose almost buried against his cheek.
Sairis groaned and squeezed his eyes shut again. "No… go away," he muttered.
His horse huffed softly, nudging his face once more as if to make sure he was truly awake.
Sairis squinted up at the early light. The sky was pale, the sun barely rising. His head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it, and his mouth felt dry and bitter.
He slowly pushed himself up.
That was a mistake.
The world spun.
His stomach twisted violently. "Oh no…" he breathed.
