113 - I'm Not Powerless

ARAH

Her face felt numb under the weight of their attention. She hadn’t meant to make a scene, but the argument was about her, so it just made sense to get involved.

“Sleeping Beauty finally speaks,” Zylas snarked, breaking the awkward silence.

“How long have you been up, Arah darling?” Lokius asked, standing beside Vienna, one hand on his hip.

“A little while.”

“You alright?” Gildeon said, his tone more intimate, as if they were the only two people in the room. Tension knotted in her stomach as their gazes connected, reminding her that they still hadn’t gotten closure from their last conversation. She had likely blacked out halfway through Gildeon explaining how Roselia had helped them adjust to the human tongue. There were still questions and unspoken feelings between them, though it didn’t feel like this was the right time to address them.

“I’m fine,” she replied, rubbing the side of her neck. “Just a little sore—” She frowned. “How long was I asleep?”

“Two days, Lady Arah,” Vienna