After getting to a more comfortable position with Zel's help, Larea took the notepad and laid it on her lap, giving herself a sturdy enough surface to write on. She brought the pen to it and started writing; she quickly realized, though, that her vision still wasn't quite up to par, so she blinked a few more times and rubbed her eyes, shaking her head to try and jostle them back to life. Eventually, it worked well enough for her to see what she was writing, and so she continued.<br/><br/>When she was done, she handed the pad to Zel. "I.. Heard a voice. It sounded like it was coming from my mind.. It wasn't the first time I've heard one, but it's never been that clear.. It was asking for help. From someone called Origin," was how it ran, in writing much less polished than her usual. After handing it to him, she placed a hand on her head and shut her eyes. Even simply sitting up and writing after one of those attacks, even a minor one, was making her dizzy, and her head still pounded from the voice she heard, as well as all the questions it brought.