There was an unpleasant feeling in the pit of her stomach. It took her a moment to realize where the strange sensation came from: it was spreading across her body with the sticky fingers of anxiety, penetrating deep into her core and squeezing her chest with all the unpretentious passion it had. Lost in the forest, like her own memories that were absent from her mind, she had no idea what to do. Then. Now, as the nightmare receded, she sat lost in a warm bed covered with smooth, coarse wolf fur, listening to the crackling of logs in the fireplace and the scent of dried herbs. It was raining outside, and their small group had taken refuge in the local woodcutter's cozy home, which had three rooms to accommodate them. Tirindis touched the burn on her face in a lost and awkward way, before looking at the window, where heavy raindrops were relentlessly pounding against the glass. The rain was picking up speed, and it wouldn't be long before it stopped. She was certain that it would continue for at least three days. Her thoughts about the weather, which was slowing down their journey, were interrupted by a quiet, almost timid knock on the door. Startled, the girl turned around, awkwardly sliding out of bed, still not understanding why it was so strange to stand on two legs after waking up, and straightened the hem of the white nightgown that the host's wife had kindly given her.

– Yes? You can come in!