C41 Na’razim

My eyes peel open, the world a blur coming slowly into focus.

A familiar face leans over me. Their black short hair curling around their cheeks.

Naoki.

“Good to have you back,” Naoki says.

They hold a mug of something warm at my lips and support my head as I sip at it. The bitterness of the brew zings at my mouth and I cough.

Naoki smiles apologetically. "Dragon's Breath