When Eiravyne woke up again, it was the next morning. Nothing had changed around her; she was still wearing her clothes, and she wasn't even covered by the sheets. A dull ache permeated her muscles and head, making her wince as she slowly sat up. She thought to herself that this might be the effect of giving so much blood to Karl.
She glanced around the room, feeling a sense of disorientation. The events of the previous day came rushing back, and a deep sigh escaped her lips.
She needed to gather herself, find some strength to face the day, despite the emotional and physical exhaustion that weighed heavily on her.
As she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, her knees wobbled slightly.
She steadied herself against the bedpost, taking a moment to compose herself.
Pushing the thoughts aside for the moment, Eiravyne resolved to find some answers.
