Raelynn relaxed on the bed, listening to the quiet rustle of curtains as the breeze played through the room. Her fingers played absently with the hem of the blanket draped over her, and though her body still felt heavy, her spirit yearned for something beyond the confines of her room.
Sloane poked her head through the slightly open door, her smile widening at the sight of Raelynn sitting up. "Well, look at you. Feeling better already?"
"A little," Raelynn admitted, shifting slightly to rest against the pillows. "But I'm so bored, Sloane. I've been cooped up here for days."
Sloane walked over while said, "Boredom is a good sign. It means you're recovering." She sat on the edge of the bed, her sharp eyes scanning Raelynn's face. "But you still look pale. Rest is what you need."
Raelynn shot her a pleading look, a tiny, hopeful smile tugging at her lips. "Just a little fresh air? I promise I'll sit still. We can go to the garden. Please?"
