Kana stirred awake, her lashes fluttering as she turned her head. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar, plain wood framed by beams, and her heart lurched.
Panic shot through her chest as she pushed herself upright, the blanket falling to her lap.
She was alone. The room carried the faint smell of herbs and smoke, but no voices, no reassuring presence.
Her breath quickened.
'Where are they? Where's Lysera? Irielle? Did Rimeru—'
She threw the blanket aside and stumbled out of bed, her legs wobbling.
The ache running through her limbs screamed of exhaustion, yet her feet carried her toward the door.
"Stop."
The firm voice caught her mid-step, and Kana turned sharply. Lysera leaned against the wall by the window, arms crossed, her eyes narrowed in warning.
"You shouldn't be moving like this. Relax. Your body's in bad shape. You burned too much power recklessly."
Lysera said, pushing away from the wall. She stepped closer and gently pressed Kana's shoulders back.
