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[shelley_winters]

It's the ache that wakes Shelley up, a few hours before she would otherwise have woken naturally. It isn't really that bad, she judges, sitting up slowly, but definitely unexpected, and nagging, like a dehydration headache. But... no. Yesterday Elan was treating her like an invalid, just as if she couldn't take care of herself... Which... she

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[always_a_liar]

The stirring roused Elan from his sleep--Pressing his hands into the bed, he arose and turned towards her, murmuring softly in a rough voice. He felt... lighter as if something had been removed from his back.

"Morning, Shelley."

[shelley_winters]

One hand gingerly explores her curiously tight-feeling forehead. Shelley frowns, then stops when it pulls oddly as she discovers the dressing stuck over her temple.

"Um. Morning. What...?"

She can't quite remember how she got that. It's disconcerting, to say the least.

[always_a_liar]

Elan sat up in bed beside her. Tilting his head to the side and furrowing his brow, he glanced at her curiously. Was there any particular reason to be fussing with the bandage?

"Hmmm?"

[shelley_winters]

"Why have I got this? I, er. I don't remember how I, um..."

She rubs it demonstrably, and winces slightly. No. Not bad, but all the same. Ow. And weird.