The morning Raven and the others were busy dealing with the queen and the mess she'd made, Aria was waking up on a couch–having comfortably slept. The cushions in Helga's house being much better than the mattresses at the inn, she woke up feeling refreshed and that sliver of back pain that had always been there; had disappeared completely.
"Oii, wake up…" Helga warned, passing Aria in the living room as she made her way to the dining with a large platter of breakfast.
But it wasn't her voice that drew Aria off the couch, instead, they were her daughters, who came rushing from the back and grabbed Aria by her hands. Pulling the elf off her feet, giggling and smiling, the mischievous duo led her to the dining table and Aria followed nearly stumbling every step of the way.
