As Runi regained conciousness she found herself in a dark, rocking room. judging by the sound of horse hooves and the way that Runi would jolt with all of the bumps she could safely say she was on a carriage. As she sat up she rubbed her head, imediantly feeling dizzy and dropping back down to her back. Runi had lost a lot of blood while she was being held captive meaning that doing such simple things such as sitting up were extremly hard for her.
Underneath herself she could feel a velvety material. It was soft and clearly easy to fall asleep on despite the constant rocking of the room. It was almost impossible to Runi to see the rest of the cabin as there was no source of light anywhere.
"You're fine" Came a familiar voice. "Just don't move around too much. You'll strain yourself."
The voice was soft and deep. Runi remembered this from earlier, the memory was foggy but he was the one who had saved her. What had actually happened? And why were her clothes so dry? She clearly remembered her clothes being drenched in blood. Unless...
"What am I wearing?" She asked quietly.
"Clean clothes..." Replied his voice.
"And how did I get into these 'clean clothes'?"
"Listen, tutz. I can defuse a bomb in a matter of seconds with one hand tied behind my back, I think I can change a girl without looking."
Despite what he had just said, she didn't feel comfortable with a man undressing her. Especially while she's unconcious.
After a long hour of journying in silence, the carriage came to an abrupt halt. A door creaked open, light flooding in and temporarily blinding her. The inside of the room was revealed to Runi.
The velvety purple was a rich purple colour which was lined with gold around the edges. Clearly this would have costed a large amount of money. Only the very rich like royalty would be able to afford this.
