Rache felt warm.
Cozy.
Not the oppressive heat of the fireplace being too high, nor the sick, burning up warmth that she'd been so accustomed to recently.
It was the sort of warmth that was so comfortable and cozy, she immediately wanted to go right back to sleep, like she were being cradled in the arms of a mother.
But-
No.
Wait.
Back to sleep?
That would imply she'd already gone to sleep.
Rache's eyes opened properly as she forced the haze away.
She lay on an unfamiliar couch. The cushions were soft, but it was pared down - not quite as elegant as the furniture she'd grown used to seeing. Really, it was a testament to just how much she'd seen that she could even tell the difference.
But then was not the time to worry about details like that. There were many, many more things to focus on than her own ability to discern the minute differences between high end furniture and decor. That sort of thing didn't matter right then. If, really, it ever did,
"What...? Where am..."
