Zephyra awoke with a head that pounded, and eyes that stung as the sunlight from the broken window had bled in. She probably would have slept longer, had her skin not felt like it had been ignited in flames.
With a hiss, and an immediate reaction, she leaped from the bed and closed the heavy curtains as her skin bubbled and dripped off of her into globs of ash on the floor. Before her skin actually combusted into flames, she had been able to retreat into the darkness and allowed her skin to heal as she gulped in large sums of air.
Once her pain settled her scanned the room for Dagon - but noticed his body was gone - and he had left a trail of ooze where he had walked. The only problem now, was that the way it led was out the door and onto the deck of the ship where the sun burned brightly.
Unable to see where he had gone after that, the swordswoman looked around and tried to figure out what she could do to get out of the room.
