At first, she didn't move. Her eyes were unfocused as they wandered around the ceiling aimlessly. Yet, there was a clear struggle within them. As if she was fighting desperately to focus herself, but found it nearly impossible to do so.
"Her soul is still weak," Elora whispered softly in his mind. "It's only barely strong enough now for her to wake up, but she'll still feel a certain level of disconnect between herself and her body for a while. She's probably confused, so give her a little time to adapt."
Finally, her eyes found some focus, and she began to groan weakly. At the same time, her body began to tense as she became alert. "W— Where…?" she groaned weakly as she tried to sit up. Finally, she noticed the large group of people around her, most of whom were staring at her with various degrees of anxiety, excitement, and trepidation.
Instantly, she became even more alert.
