The following morning, sunlight shone in through the window, falling upon the people lying on the bed. Veyra groggily opened his eyes and met straight into Celeste's pale blue eyes, causing him to freeze for a second. His heart skipped a beat, and then he noticed that her gaze was full of worry.
The memories of the previous night came back to him, and he immediately sat straight up. The next second, he felt a sharp pain in his head. Pressing a hand to his eyes, he muttered to himself, "Was that… a dream?"
"A dream…?" came a voice beside him.
He turned his head, and saw that Celeste was sitting close beside him.
She reached out and touched his forehead lightly. "Your forehead isn't hot, looks like there's no fever. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Veyra instinctively shook his head, then asked, "Yesterday… Did anything strange happen to you? Did you hear anything?"
