I bend over the elf who has collapsed on the floor. She looks pretty out of it, what was she doing?
I light a fire in my hand- it's a habit when doing things like this- and study her face. She looks about a year younger than I do but I can sense she's not.
I set a light spray of on her face until she wakes up. She looks around confused.
"Where am I?" she asks, rubbing her head.
"It's called the sanctuary." I reply.