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Veyle wasn’t quite sure what had stirred her, but something had thrown off their sleep cycle…
It might have been the aches from curling up in a ditch, or the wind biting past the bed of leaves;
Regardless, grogginess remained and she couldn’t relieve that problem alone…
As she tried finding her footing, her leg recoiled; she recurled back,
hissing at the sting of heat just above numbed restraints.
Well…
…long enough, since whatever she did now…?
…probably fine to walk or levitate…
…inconvenient to focus with, and difficult to treat herself without suspicion…
Maybe she’d just sleep in tonight…