Mr. Thantos found her lying in a bed she could only assume was still inside the castle of the underworld. The walls had the same dark stone, and the bed was large with tall wooden posts. The sheets were satin and the comforter a goose down. Cheyenne no longer found herself in her dress but a simple white slip.
Wearily, she clung to the bedsheets, ashamed of letting him see her in such a state. She didn't want to know what he was thinking. Clearly not anything good, because all he could do was shake his head and stare down at her. However, she didn’t see judgment or disappointment in his eyes, only a sincere and deep sadness.
“Are you all right?” he asked as he took a few steps toward the bed. He stooped down and gathered her in his arms, satin sheets and all. He took the extra time to wrap her in them like a babe in a swaddling blanket.
There was no definite way to answer the question. She didn't remember being hurt. Her body felt normal enough, aside from being a little tired. She shifted her weight to curl into his body, seeking warmth and protection. His body was cold, however, but strong, so she at least felt safe.
“I—” she started, and then choked on her tears as realization dawned on her. “I think he…” but she couldn't finish the thought. She didn't know. Nothing about her felt different, so she couldn't tell what had happened to her during the blackout.
“We will go home and have you examined,” he said.
“Zes, where is—”
“He is back at the school in the infirmary.”
She closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest. Exhaustion still weighted heavily on her. Cheyenne wasn't sure how he’d found her, nor what he’d done to be able to walk through the castle of the underworld as though he owned it. In the end, it made no difference to her. They were going home, and that's all that mattered to her now.