"Where... am I?" The words barely left her lips, trembling, uncertain—like a breath lost in the hush of ancient magic. Soft luminescence trickled through shifting illusions, casting spectral patterns against towering roots. The air smelled of old wisdom, of untouched time, of something she could neither name nor understand. Her wounds were treated, her body was placed into a soft remarkably large pillow, and a giant averic creature cradled, layed down beside near surrounding her with giant glowing blue wings. The creature sensed movement and raised its head "Hello there child, are you doing okay?" The wounded girl shifted her wings and tail to look up "I-m fine… but who are you…?" The giant avery's beak shifted into what seemed to be a smile and said one word "Dequestra"
