"Mmmngh...what the fuck..." groaned Will, reaching up to massage his forehead after waking with his worst migraine in six incarnations. It felt like he was hungover, his head pulsing and his body feeling as though his blood had been replaced with lead, but that didn't make sense.
"It's about time you awoke, sleepyhead. Here, this should help with your headache," said a chipper voice that was both familiar and foreign to Will, prompting him to remove his hand from his face and look to the left side of the bed he was in, where a petite girl with windswept green hair was holding out what looked like a mix of raw eggs, pepper, and other spices.
"..."
"Hmm? Is something the matter~?" asked the girl, tilting her head cutely with a disarming smile.
"Hristhalia..." muttered Will, his brows furrowing into a sober glower as a feeling of incongruency unlike anything he had experienced washed over him.
