Pale sunlight flooded through the window above Adara's bed when she woke. She groaned softly, stretching her aching body and struggled to open her eyes. She sat up, and nearly screamed in fright when she saw Dagonet.
The big knight was leaning back in his chair, fast asleep. Adara smiled to herself at her surprise, and struggled to sit up comfortably. There was a beaker of water beside her bed, and she took it, taking slow sips, and letting the cool water still her dry mouth.
While she drank she studied Dagonet. He was a tall, muscular man, with a scar on his cheekbone that gave him a grim look when he was not smiling. He had short, dark hair, and wore plain clothes. A studded jacket lay beside the chair he slept in, and Adara assumed he must have taken it off when she slept the night before, for she could remember him wearing it when he smashed through the door to her cell.
Dagonet stirred and opened his eyes slowly to find Adara studying him over the rim of the cup she was drinking from. He offered her half a smile, and Adara smiled nervously back at him.
Dagonet rolled his stiff shoulders back and stretched. The Woad woman, what was her name again? Adara. That was it. Adara. She was watching him with the trace of a smile playing around her lips. How long had she been awake? Not that it mattered particularly.
"How do you feel?" he asked roughly.
Adara shrugged, and immediately regretted the action for she felt her ribs scream out in protest. "Alright," she said. "Better than yesterday."
Dagonet nodded and hauled himself to his feet. "I have to report to Arthur. I'll send a woman in to help bind your wounds and dress."
Adara nodded, and watched him haul his studded jacket on. When he was at the door, about to leave, she called out to him against her will.
"Dagonet!"
He paused and turned back to her, a strange look on his face.
"Thank you," Adara said simply.
A faint smile flashed across his lips and he disappeared, leaving Adara alone to wonder how she could make the big knight smile.