Sheila’s Pov

Diana has kept me company for a little while introspective of the healer’s command that I get more rest but I hated the idea of lazing in a spot when for weeks I’ve never moved a muscle.

The need to jump in grass, feel the lick of the sun on my skin, smell the pine of the earth and just breathe cleaner and neutral air except for the confines of the room I’ve been in since I woke up. Everything is done for me, making me feel some different kind of way.

My nostrils are filled with different scents of flowers and oils followed by the dimly lit...