As the first rays of dawn gently filtered through the window of Jason's rustic abode, The Fae stirred from her slumber, her senses slowly returning to her. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she found herself in an unfamiliar room, the scent of herbs and woodsmoke lingering in the air. Sensing movement nearby, she turned to see the hunter who had just rescued her from dying a few days ago, standing at a distance.

"Good morning," Jason greeted, his voice tinged with a hint of aloofness as he observed the Young Fae with a cautious gaze. "How are you feeling?"