Ronan woke with a groan, becoming aware of his cracked, bruised body. His cocoon of blankets and furs did little to muffle the shaking of the wagon, which he felt in every broken rib. He opened his eyes wider, forcing alertness as best he could. The night sky was beautiful. He thought he had seen it during other short bouts of consciousness, but this was the first time he knew it wasn't just a pleasant dream. A shot of pain streaked through his core as he breathed deeply, but it was worth it. He wanted to be awake enough to talk to her. He vaguely remembered her feeding him and giving him water. He was right when he said she would mak