Twyla dragged herself into the castle. Everything was sore. Even her skin seemed to ache. How badly did she really need to protect herself? Was it even that important? But then images of Aurora floated to the front of her mind and she shuddered. There was no way she was going to be powerless again. She paused. Where was she going? She needed food and a bath. But the kitchens felt far and to take a bath required going to the Dresser first. She groaned. Bastian had stayed to do his own training and then he had other business to attend to. She hadn't bothered to ask what it was. There was no way she was going on any missions right now.