Body: sore, fatigued, minimally functional
Mind: clear, sharp, no fog or confusion
Magic: stable, pressure normalized
Poison: dormant, symptoms minimal
The headache that usually followed episodes was absent. Her thoughts moved cleanly, processing without the usual sluggish resistance. Whatever she'd done—however she'd done it—had worked. The magical discharge had been complete. Thorough. Effective.
She turned her head slowly, scanning the room.
Clean. Someone had tidied everything—replaced broken furniture, changed the bedding, opened windows to air out the space. She was wearing a silk nightgown she didn't remember putting on. Someone must have dressed her while she was unconscious.
The room was empty now. No guards. No servants. Just her and—
"Are you feeling fine?"
The voice had no warmth. No concern. Just flat accusation.
