Atwood
I wake up before Ruby. The sun hasn’t even risen yet and the castle grounds are blanketed in the soft, dim light of early dawn, but I have work to do. Thanks to Ruby’s sudden healing abilities, the deft work of my medics, and my own healing abilities, the pain from my wounds no longer plagues me.
As I quietly move my sleeping mate off of me and climb out of bed, I take a moment to look down at her. She looks pained in her sleep as though she is having nightmares, but I don’t want to wake her. Ruby is strong. A few nightmares won’t hurt her.
I make my side of the bed, then pull on my clothes in the dim morning light and peel the bandages off of my face. I can see a faint scar across my face in the mirror, but nothing more. Thankfully my vision wasn’t harmed by the Bear’s
