After tying the lacing, I wiped my forehead again. I could hardly breathe. I needed fresh air. Fumbling for the zipper of the tent door, I took a breath or rather tried to take one. The zipper came up, but I lost my balance. The last I saw was the tent floor and the ground rising up to meet me.
A sharp sound caught my attention. I tried to move my head and groaned. It hurt. A woman with kind green eyes wiped a strand of her red hair back behind her ear, while looking down at me.
“Hush,” her kind voice instructed. “Don’t try to move yet. Sylvern found you and got her brother to bring you here. It looks like you had a fall.”
The name Sylvern and the red-headed woman pulled at my mind. I couldn’t place it, and my throbbing head didn’t help me think. The woman bent down and placed a soft wet cloth on my forehead. It smelled of lavender and seemed to help my headache. I closed my eyes again.