Jakira didnâ€™t know much about the fairy tales that the humans had of her kind. She just knew that the safest place she could have come out of the veil was Ireland. They still respected the Sidhe in Ireland. She opened her eyes lightly. â€œMhmm...Iâ€™m hurting too much to use it.â€ She said. Her eyes sliding closed again. When she wasnâ€™t hurting too much she would use her human form. She did feel kind of bad that he hadnâ€™t laid in the bed. Unsure why that was. She didnâ€™t take up much room and didnâ€™t see any harm in it. Maybe he was afraid of squishing her? It was possible. Oh well...it was just one night. One night to recover her energy and feel better some. To not ache as badly. She fell into a deep and exhausted sleep. She slept until the next morning when she woke up. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. One tiny fist delicately rubbing away the sleep. She was hungry but didnâ€™t ask for anything yet. Maybe he would have fruit or something sweet like honey that she could eat. She wondered where he was. She jumped at every noise. Crawling out from under the blanket. Wobbling and fell backwards onto the blanket. She started climbing up the blanket and pillow. Climbing onto the nightstand table next to the bed. Walking with shakey steps as her body ached to the shot glass. Grabbing it and fell to her butt as she tilted it. Drinking about half a centimeter more as it was delicious and then just sat there hugging the glass. Too tired to move any further.