"Urgh..."
Roya's eyelids fluttered weakly before she forced them open, her vision blurry and unfocused at first. She blinked a few times to adjust to her surroundings.
"W-Where... am... I?"
She muttered as the details slowly sharpened, the shapes around her turning into walls, furniture, and two familiar figures standing a short distance away.
"...E-Ethea?"
She called out weakly.
In an instant, the woman in the wheelchair and the man turned in her direction, their eyes lighting up, filled with relief and a hint of eagerness mixed with awkwardness that Roya, in her groggy state, completely missed.
"P-Princess!"
"S-Senior Sister!"
'They,' Roya blinked again, her thoughts still sluggish, 'look... so happy to see me...'
Her lips curled up as she tried to sit up. However, her body refused to listen to her. It felt heavy and disconnected, like her limbs belonged to someone else. A strange numbness clung to her, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.
"Princess, are you ok?"
