An hour before Nevan and Rosamund's union.
Nevan
The first thing I saw was a face hovering above me, blurred at the edges, swimming in and out of focus like a reflection in disturbed water.
The second thing I felt was a weight on my arm. Something warm, pressing against my bicep. I turned my head, stiff neck protesting, and saw Jennifer curled beside me on the bed, her head resting on my arm, her eyes closed, and her breathing deep and even.
Her hair was tangled and unwashed. Dried tear tracks marked her cheeks. She'd been here the whole time.
I groaned and tried to sit up. A hand pressed firmly against my chest, pinning me to the mattress.
"Stay still," Morwen's face sharpened into focus above me, her blue eyes blazing with intensity. "Relax, Nevan. You've been out for days."
"How many?" My voice came out hoarse as I did as she requested and lay back on the bed.
