Chloe’s pov
The thunderous roar of the waterfall behind the cave entrance had softened into a steady, rhythmic hum.
Soft morning light filtered through the thick curtain of cascading water, washing over the damp granite walls and burning away the dark shadows of the night. The heavy mountain storm had passed, leaving the high border air fresh, crisp, and cold.
Lisa stirred on her dry stone ledge, letting out a long, quiet sigh as she pushed back the heavy wool blanket.
I stepped over immediately, placing my hand gently on her shoulder. "Lisa? How are you feeling?"
She slowly sat up, her gray hair untangled and smoothed back from her face. The harsh gray pallor on her skin from yesterday's torture had faded, replaced by a soft, healthy flush.
"I'm feeling much better, child," Lisa sai
