Lethia lifted her shoulder and leaned it against the edge of the bed. She patted the oracle's cheek a few times, trying to snap her back to consciousness.
"I know you can still hear me. Hey… I need you to do something for me."
The woman's eyes slowly fluttered open. She tilted her head up weakly to look at Lethia.
"W–what do you w–want from me?" she stuttered, her voice trembling with fear.
Her body jerked slightly, and Lethia could feel her flinch, like she was trying to avoid Lethia's touch.
But Lethia didn't have the time or the patience to start talk over politely with this woman.
She grabbed the woman's arm and pulled her up to her feet. And even though Lethia could feel the oracle half-heartedly trying to yank her arm back, she still followed her out of the master bedroom without protest.
"Wh–where are we going?"
"To my room. I need to talk to you before Varrel gets back. And…" Lethia cast her a sharp glare, "Do you have a phone with you?"
