You wake to find yourself in a lavish room. You're cold, injured, and weak, and the bed you're in is soft and warm. You also notice that you're not alone.

A regal elf with long blond hair and golden eyes is using a healing spell on you. His magic is soothing like the light of the sun.

The other elf in armor watches you with a guarded expression. His pale eyes glint like the moon, and his silver hair is pulled back into a high ponytail.

Anarath: "You're awake now. How are you feeling?"

Ereus: "They may be unable to speak, your Majesty..."