~ ZEV ~
The next morning Zev woke feeling stronger. Much stronger. When he opened his eyes, his first thought was that his body was without pain. He moved his arms and rolled his shoulders, and the ache was there. But it was fading. There were no sharp jabs in his side, no lines of pain up his spine, no tension headache.
Zev took a deep breath, grunting against the increasing ache, but pleased when it didn't turn sharp.
He was getting better.
He threw the furs back and rolled out of bed almost normally.
"Don't get too cocky," Skhal said from his position against the wall. His voice was rough with lack of sleep, and his eyes looked bruised underneath.
Zev shook his head. "Go rest, brother. And leave me tonight. I won't hurt myself. I will sleep—but I will sleep healthy. I'll wake if there's a threat. There's no need for you—"
