Ileana opened her eyes again, carefully regarding him. This place he had was very nice, much nicer than the cottage on the edge of the woods. Perhaps he was nobility? But why would nobility help her? It didn't matter for the moment. He kept calling her Ileana, which helped nudge her towards other memories. "My neck's not bleeding as much, but my arm hurts."
She pauses before she sat up a little straighter, tilting her head enough to show him her neck. "This first though, my arm can wait." She couldn't see the damage, but the blood smeared around the wound made it seem far worse than it was.