As comfortable as this situation was, Lyn realized how much time has passed since she laid down.
"I'm really sorry about this your legs must hurt." Lyn apologized.
Allen shook his head, "Just stay still; this is the first time you've gotten drunk. The effects won't wear off for a while."
A soft wind blew again, and Lyn noticed the difference. She vaguely made out the fan.
"It's refreshing," Lyn commented.
"I'm glad the doctor also told me you had a bit of a fever."
A fever? Maybe she's overworked, or perhaps it's because she has slept little lately. But doctor? It must have been when she passed out. When she woke up, she was already in this situation with Allen.
She closed her eyes and leaned onto him.
