Clara woke slowly from the relam of dreams that seemed to try and pull her back. She could already feel the aches in her muscles and deeper wounds from the fight last night. Her stomach and face were tender from where the shadow man had hit her so many times. At the thought of the man she curled up slightly like a child would as she tried to forget that. She could Artimer staring at her and knew that he was awake and she could also feel his own ache in his wings very dimly. She found that strange and wondered if he felt her pain as well but for now she just had to wake up.<br/><br/>She opened her eyes and were met with Artimer's big violet eyes. She could very faintly hear his stomach growling which made her smile, "Artimer you are going to have tto eat sometime." Her hand reached out and patted his nose as she uncurled herself and sat up. She looked over her wounds and found most of them just to be bruises that would be completely gone when she had another full nights sleep. There were rips and tears in her leather pants and a large one was on her upper thigh which was one of her deeper wounds that had not healed completely.<br/><br/>She needed to fix that and get herself a new sword since hers was now gone. All she had left from her journy down here was her poisoned dagger which still sat in its sheath at her side. She took it out and looked it over for a moment to make sure it was undamaged and the real one. She didn't want to loose this one it was a war prize from when she had killed a lycan general. She had no idea why he had it but it was hers now. Her eyes wandered back to Artimer's as she waited for his reply when she had said he had to go and eat. She had gone four days without eating once and was fine but she knew dragons kept uo their strength and fire by keeping their stomachs full.