Sylas' eyes snapped open.
The first thing he felt was the waves of comfort, and then came the confusion. He shouldn't have felt so comfortable right now, all logic told him that it was simply impossible.
What happened to him?
His vision slowly cleared and he found himself looking through a sheer violet gauze that barely covered the embroidered ceiling beyond it. Ambient, warm lighting filled a dim room and a delicate fragrance hung in the air.
A soft and pliable bed lay beneath him, and his head was cushioned by an even softer pillow.
Sylas shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't a fan of soft beds and had always preferred hard mattresses. Still, he couldn't help but admit that this was the most comfortable bed he had ever laid in.
The real reason for his discomfort was the fact he didn't understand his situation at all.
His injuries were completely healed, his mind felt refreshed and unburdened, and… he was completely naked for some reason.