– It turns out that I was lying here and obviously slept more. Tika frowned, turning her head to the window. Despite all the pain, she suddenly realized the enormity of the situation. Three days. Maybe four. A human body would not have had time to heal the wounds that the dragon had left her so quickly, but the torn belly was overgrown, and the arm clearly did not bleed as much as on the first day. The dragon blood in her obviously accelerated regeneration. A pleasant fact, of course, even if useless now: it didn't hurt any less. – Did Robert send for you so quickly? I thought the rebels were planning to start the revolution later than right after the battle. Blackwater frowned, nervously combing her hair, which had crumpled during her nap: neither her sisters, nor her cousin, who probably came to her, apparently never thought about trying to comb her, and now two large tangles hung down on both shoulders of the woman. Somewhere outside, the dragon, sensing the awakening of the hostess, roared greeting her, and her heart skipped a beat, and her face softened. So he's alive too.