Clara woke up to a start. She didn't know when she started sweating, but one look at her body told her that the mountain of sheets currently covering her body was to blame for how sticky she felt at the moment.
"Was it really that?"
Chuckling to herself, she threw off the mountain of sheets covering her body. Almost immediately, she felt the cool air hit her body, her skin almost recoiling as she shivered at the sudden sensation. Of course, it wasn't as bad as having outright chills, but she still found herself grabbing one of the many sheets around her and using it to cover herself up.
"Oh, you're awake."
Her ears perked up at the voice that echoed from across the room. Looking up, Gilas was already dressed and seated on the table, a steaming bowl of soup seemingly waiting for her as he smiled.
