Larea blinked slowly, trying to correct her vision. She hadn't teared up this time, but the intense ache was messing with her sight, and everything was blurrier than usual. She soon got to the point where she could make out Zel kneeling next to her, a worried expression on his face. She tried to move, but struggled with getting up, her energy still not returned. She heard his words, though they sounded somewhat muffled.. distant, perhaps.<br/><br/>She slowly nodded once in response after he finished; she wasn't entirely sure what had happened, but she heard a voice, and of at there was no doubt. She didn't understand how, but as far as she could tell, the voice came from inside her own mind. Putting that worry aside for the moment, she gradually pushed herself up with her hands, unable to fully sit up on her own, but vertical enough to where she could look around. She spotted the notebook sitting over where they had been seated minutes prior, and lifted a hand to point at it; she couldn't keep herself held up for long with a single hand, and fell back again shortly, but she figured the point had been made well enough and allowed the ground to serve as her bed, if only temporarily.