Eclipse's eyes flutter open to the dim glow of firelight flickering against the wooden walls. A dull ache throbs through her body, and for a moment, she panicked at the feeling that she was still trapped in the chaos of the battlefield. But the scent of pine and something earthy filled the air—this wasn’t the battlefield. She blinks and tries to sit up, only to wince as pain radiates through her limbs. The sheets were soft, unfamiliar. Then she saw a large figure, calmly tending to old, deep scars that stain her pale skin. Her memory began to return in fragmented flashes: the fight, the collapse, and then the dark figure who had pulled her from the chaos and fire. The figure had saved her, taken her here, to this secluded wooden lodge. She tries to speak, but her voice fails her as the pain yet comfort of the situation washes over her.