The night sky was starting to fade, the moon gradually giving way to it's eternal rival. Larea's sleep had been anything but peaceful thus far; the pain was mostly gone, but she tossed and turned from the moment she was put into bed. She wasn't awake quite yet, but the tears from last night had finally ceased at some point; though her expression remained troubled.<br/>Eventually, after a few more hours of this, whatever she was dreaming about reached a point that shocked her awake, and she found herself sitting up in a room she did not remember, on a bed she was not familiar with, drenched in a cold sweat and desperately gasping for air. She was shivering, and held her arms crossed, as if trying to reassure herself that her own body was still there. Before long she became aware of a dull pain in her forehead, and reached her hands up to it, massaging her temples in an attempt to make it go away. It didn't work, so she fell backwards onto her pillow, staring out the window with half-open eyes and watching the sun continue to rise. It was already a decent way into the sky, and people were starting to go about their morning routines, but she had no intention of moving anytime soon.