It's the morning after. Several hours have passed since Rey has been put to rest.
As it turns out, she did not end up dying in her sleep, as she would have expected. Rather, she found herself experiencing a long sleep, mercifully devoid of dreams while her body attempts to fix itself.
When she gets up, the pain has mostly subsided. The medical treatment provided by Muscovy has proven to be effective, between his practical knowledge and whatever magical aid he had administered to her injuries. That doesn't mean that she is without aches here and there, but she is, for the most part, more than capable of standing on her own two feet without collapsing.
She brings a hand over the bandages wrapped around her chest, before limping to the dresser to pick out a clean tanktop to throw on. The throbbing pangs in her shoulders and the shock in her muscles make lifting her arms over her head a rather difficult endeavor, but she manages. After all, she always does.
Dressed and mostly cleaned of blood, a more recovered Rey steps out of the bedroom to look for Nick in the living area. With any luck, no wires or metal or anything became dislodged while he had been running those diagnostics. She could do without seeing him fall on his face again, as he had last night.
2/2 [July 11th]
As it turns out, she did not end up dying in her sleep, as she would have expected. Rather, she found herself experiencing a long sleep, mercifully devoid of dreams while her body attempts to fix itself.
When she gets up, the pain has mostly subsided. The medical treatment provided by Muscovy has proven to be effective, between his practical knowledge and whatever magical aid he had administered to her injuries. That doesn't mean that she is without aches here and there, but she is, for the most part, more than capable of standing on her own two feet without collapsing.
She brings a hand over the bandages wrapped around her chest, before limping to the dresser to pick out a clean tanktop to throw on. The throbbing pangs in her shoulders and the shock in her muscles make lifting her arms over her head a rather difficult endeavor, but she manages. After all, she always does.
Dressed and mostly cleaned of blood, a more recovered Rey steps out of the bedroom to look for Nick in the living area. With any luck, no wires or metal or anything became dislodged while he had been running those diagnostics. She could do without seeing him fall on his face again, as he had last night.