Ariel really intended to rest.
At least that was what she told herself during the first twenty minutes after Strax left the room. She remained lying down, staring at the ceiling and trying to organize everything she had discovered since waking up. Atlantis was far away, Frank remained near Asgard, three days had disappeared from her memory and, at some point during that interval, the entire ocean had apparently decided to go mad. Pasted Markdown
After a few more minutes, staying still began to bother her.
Ariel slowly pushed the sheets aside.
Her legs were there, perfectly formed, although they still felt a little strange after spending so long maintaining her true form. She wiggled her toes, bent her knees a few times and realized there was no pain.
That was enough.
At least in her opinion.
Ariel carefully turned her body and lowered her legs out of the bed. Her feet touched the cold floor and she remained like that for a few seconds, waiting for any dizziness to appear.
