As Lanaey slowly came back to herself she vaguely wondered if she hadn't dreamed about getting out of the house as an excuse for all the pain, but as she focused, she realized that as she tested her muscles they weren't gritty with pain like before. Also in moving her muscles she discovered that she was on something soft. She could hear voices: near, far, mumbling, yelling, crying. One voice stood out.
"I think she's waking up." It was a young female and Lanaey was almost sure that it was Laurel, but she was at the House. "Lanaey, can you hear me? Can you open your eyes or squeeze my fingers?"
Lanaey took several deep breaths which made her chest creak a little, ignoring the voice for a moment. She wanted to see how much she could actually do without having someone stop her for her own safety. As quickly as she could, which was much faster than she expected, the Elf arched her back and managed to sit all the way up. For a moment she thought she had it, then her mind started swimming and Lanaey faught to not fall back down.
Someone put their hands onto her shoulders to push her back down, but abruptly stopped when Lanaey uttered "No!" much more harshly than she meant to. Openeing her eyes she found that her earlier guess had been right and that it was Laurel beside her.
Lanaey spoke out rather quickly, catching Laurel by suprise. "Who is at the House?"
Laurel almost chuckled at the question. "It's secure, if that was what you were wondering. They've retreated back to their main camp," Lanaey assumed that she was now talking about the invaders, "and I was wondering if you knew where any of the other group members that were stationed here in town."
Lanaey shook her head, then stopped when it started to swim again. "I saw Jesslyn going off with a group toward the forest from a distance, but I started to search through the houses. I don't know where anyone else went."
Laurel looked slightly deflated at the news. After a moment she spoke again. "How are you feeling?"
"Much better than I thought I would, who healed me?"
Laurel turned and looked at another human. "Her name is Firwyn, but she isn't nearly as good as you or Annanoldowen."
Lanaey barked a little laugh. "I don't know about healing. I only know small remedies, but if you wouldn't mind getting me a cup of hot camomile tea and any other mind pain soothers."
Lanaey started to slowly stretch out her arms and legs as Laurel once again turned.
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