It takes a while for her to wake. When his hand touches her shoulder, her body jolts a bit and a gasp passes through now opened lips. Her breathing was ragged and a thin sheen of sweat collected on her brow. It wasn’t until he’d spoken her name that her eyes would shoot open and look over at the worried face staring back at her. And suddenly, her body calmed and her heart rate and breathing returned to a normal pace. After a few blinks, the nymph lifted a hand to one of her eyes, sitting up with a tired groan and rubbing the sleep from her protesting eyelids as grogginess set in.<br/><br/>“Mmmmmwhat is it?” She mumbled, her eyes willing themselves closed again before forcing them back open in a sleepy gaze, barely registering the concern clearly painted on Wric’s face. “Everything okay? What happened?” Her brows furrowed a bit, honestly confused, as if she didn’t know that she had only just been having a nightmare. “What time is it?” Her head began to turning back and forth, finding the window and trying to gauge how much light was outside to give her an idea, but it was a cloudy day so it was hard for her to tell.