"W-waahhh!!!"
Okay, so that might not be the most dignified noise to make when waking up, but when you open your eyes and find five women staring intently at you, it can be a bit unnerving.
"You snore," Areth comments offhandedly, as she flutters around Ondine's head.
"You're short," I grouse back at her. Yeah, I know. I lost that exchange, but my mind is still a bit fuzzy from the rude wakeup.
Then I remember why I'd been asleep, and sit up to look at Brooke. She's still sleeping under the covers, and it looks like it's a peaceful sleep. I'm glad my original outburst when waking up didn't startle her. By the folds in the blanket laid over her, I can tell that her tail has reverted back to two legs.
"She'll live," Angela says quietly next to me, placing her blonde head on my shoulder as her arm snakes around my waist. "Though there's no telling what kind of mental damage she experienced under the torture."
