Zellira sighed with releif, dropping her bags on the floor of what used to be a house. She tookmoff her cloak, her bruised face open to the air and her wounds visible through her clothes. Deep gashes raked across her skin. She frowned as she shuffled through her bag, looking of bandages. She found a short roll of clean cloth and wrapped it tightly around the worst wounds. She would do a better job later, but for now this would do. She dropped onto the floor and closed her eyes, feeling sleep come quickly. She thought she say smoke in the air, just before she fell asleep.<span style="font-style: italic">Just a dream, you're seeing things</span>she thought, her eyes closing tight. She was asleep befor she could form another thought.