For the first time in what felt like forever, Nox woke up and didn't feel like he'd been run over by a truck. Actually, he felt… decent? Yeah, decent was the word. Way better than he had in days. That whole mana-overload-almost-dying thing, as terrible as it was, must have kickstarted something inside him.
He sat up and stretched, a series of pops echoing in the quiet room like a round of tiny firecrackers. Ah, sweet relief.
He glanced over at Serian, who was already sitting on the edge of her bed, her back perfectly straight. She looked like she hadn't slept a damn wink.
"Morning. You, uh, get any sleep?"
She turned just enough for him to see her profile, her expression unreadable. "I am sufficiently rested, Human Nox. We should prepare to depart."
Her voice was flat, totally level, but he wasn't buying it for a second.
