Jancis was exhausted. The past few suns were overwhelming, a true test of her endurance. She was bruised and beaten, mentally and physically, and had not the time to stop.
But she managed, at the end of all things, at the very last breaths, her room was re-arranged.Â
Thaliak only knew how the enormous wardrobe moved at her bidding and lifting, but it had. It within itself was nearly a room; and her belongings and extra supplies barely made a dent to fill its shelves and drawers. She wasn't sure how she earned such handiwork from Master Vann, but it truly was a functional work of art.
Her room was filling up and Jancis felt like the Sultana herself. It smelled like warm chestnut and flowers. Laying down, she gasps, feeling herself sink down into the soft fur around her. It was warm and comforting; the extra quilting wrapping around her form. A small smile managed on her lips, it was grateful and humble.Â
Otto Vann had brought it here himself, his fancy clothes crinkling from the labor it was not cut for. He was truly strong, even if no one saw it, and Jancis had a rare glimpse at the highlander's capabilities. And it was for her sake. He had made her a bed; one specifically for her.
After all that had happened, all the blood and misery, the hours of walking, the burns and wounds, this... it was the reward of a hero.
Closing her eyes, Jancis immediately fell asleep.
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