Arad opened his eyes, looking at an unfamiliar wooden ceiling. He could sense it. The people around him were strangers.
He sat up, pushing the bedsheet aside. He looked at the corner of the room and saw Merlin sitting there, reading a book.
"You're awake?" She asked.
"No, I'm asleep." He replied with a passive face. "What happened to Merida?"
"She's in the other room asleep. Even though my potion can restore her body, it didn't work completely on her for two reasons." Merlin lifted her, pulling one finger, "Her body was already starving and didn't have enough energy to heal." She then lifted another finger, "The further the target is from me, in shape and magic, the less effect this potion would have as it's modeled after myself."
Arad stood, looking around, "Where are we?"
To Arad, even a whole roasted cow would seem nothing more than a chicken in a lion's meal.