I woke up after what felt like ages of deep, dreamless sleep.
For the first time in a long while, my body felt lighter, rested, almost like the weight of constant battle had been pulled away. The bed was too comfortable, I could have stayed there for hours but the thought of what awaited me didn't let me.
I stretched, exhaled, and rolled out, dragging myself toward the washroom.
After rinsing my face and letting the cold water wash away the heaviness of sleep, I cleaned myself up properly. The reflection staring back at me looked sharper than yesterday, runes faintly glowing across my body before settling back down.
The clothes Lyrate had conjured yesterday still rested neatly folded. I pulled them on again. They fit perfectly, as if tailored from thought itself. I gave myself one last look, adjusted the coat's collar, and stepped out of my quarters.
