Zein had a habit of waking up at dawn no matter where he slept. But perhaps because he got drunk for the first time, he only opened his eyes groggily when his biological alarm woke him, without any notion to get up.
The room was dark, the only source of light was coming from the dim lamp at some corner. For a moment, Zein had no idea where he was, or why he had a headache and felt like crap. But after squinting his eyes at the expensive-looking furniture, his mind instinctually conjured up the image of Radia, and his memory came back then.
Grunting at the awful state he was in, Zein immediately circulate his mana to get rid of the alcohol influence in his system. It was only after his head got cleared for a bit that he realized there were two things enveloping him; a blanket, and a warm body.
