Tunde woke again to the soft hum of a sky vessel he was now familiar with, finding himself in quarters he was unfamiliar with. Rather than the painful feeling of broken bones he was used to, overwhelming tiredness saturated his very body, bone-deep exhaustion came from within that he could only croak. The shuffling of a body to his left drew his attention as he struggled to turn his head.
“Tunde, you’re awake, thank the hegemons” the calm but tired voice of Isolde said from his side, her eye-patched face looking down over his.
Relief flooded his body at the realization that she was alive, swallowing painfully with a cracked smile on his face. she helped him sit up, his back against the metal wall of the vessel as she gave him a leather skin to drink from. Energy-infused Ethra tasted in the water with a sweet tang as he guzzled it.
“Easy, elder Joran said to sip it little by little,” she said again.