Madam opened the door abruptly.
"Come along, you have slept the whole morning," she ordered, already moving toward the bathroom as though time itself waited for no one. "I'll fix a hot bath for you with some healing oil."
Aire parted her eyes slowly.
Her body felt… heavy.
She stretched softly against the bed. Her fingers curled into the sheets before she turned her head toward the curtains.
The curtains were open wide. Seems like they've been that way for a while now. Golden light filtered through them, soft and late. Afternoon, perhaps.
Aire blinked.
How did she not wake up when they were drawn?
She always woke up at the slightest shift. Perhaps, she was beginning to get too familiar and comfortable here, when she shouldn't.
Her brows pulled together faintly. A dull ache pulsed at the back of her head. The ache was sharp enough to be noticed, yet soft enough to be ignored.
She frowned.
