Oberon woke the next morning, with his body a bit heavy and sluggish.
He blinked slowly about three times before his vision cleared substantially for him to realise he was within his bedchamber.
His wife, Ayan, sat on the edge of the bed, with her hands folded in her lap. She had this worried look in face
Standing to the side of the bed, was Thamoryn who held her staff.
Oberon shifted, and his gaze immediately went to his right arm. The first thing he noticed was the absence of pain.
"You're awake," Ayan said quietly.
Oberon replied with a grunt, "I'm fine."
"How long was I out?" Oberon asked now directing his question to the Grand Magus
"Eight hours," Thamoryn said. "You were poisoned. It took time to purge it from your system."
Oberon sighed. It definitely did not feel good that magic like that was able to keep him down for that long.
"You've been fully healed," Thamoryn continued. "The last traces of the poison are gone.
