"M'lady... I remember the fall. I could see the ground rushing toward me. But I remember nothing else." Saeryn looked around the room, trying to take everything in through blurry eyes. Her vision was not yet as clear as was normal. She looked down at her dirty black breeches. Her whole left side was caked with mud. Her white shirt was speckled with dirt and blood. She imagined her face was not much better, save where Bethberry had wiped it clean. She wiggled her fingers, grimacing at the tenderness.
"I remember the fall... but there my mind hits a wall. There is nothing before it. What is this place, Bethberry? Why am I here? Why do I know you?" She winced as her sore ribs told her in no uncertain terms to lay back down. Following their impolite command, she relaxed against the extra pillows Bethberry thoughtfully placed behind her. A tear coming to her eye, Saeryn spoke again, bitterly. "I do not know even who I am..."
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