After a night spent on the bed, the ethereal beauty of the dark elf stirred awake to the hushed whispers of Dean and Luna, who stood over her sleeping form, engaged in a discussion about her fate.
As soon as the pair noticed her awakening, silence fell upon them. Luna cautiously took a few steps back, while Dean, wearing a mischievous smile, greeted her.
"Good morning."
Startled, the dark elf recoiled upon seeing Dean's face looming before her. She attempted to retreat, but a groan escaped her lips as her body still ached, rendering her immobile.
Adjusting herself, the dark elf girl gingerly pushed herself away from Dean, who settled on the edge of the bed, covering hirself with the blanket, perhaps under the illusion that it offered her protection.
Studying him silently for a few minutes, she flinched again as Dean spoke, expressing his curiosity about her identity.
"Can you tell me your name?"
