Waking is disorienting. Her head aches and her throat hurts from protracted crying the night before - was it night when she finally slept? Perhaps.
Di'aliz shifts, just slightly, pressing a thin hand to her forehead. The cuts are clean still, and dried in thin lines by now.
GoneOh, how it hurts, the loss of that place. Still, it hurts, though
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