Three days and three nights was sure a long time before waking up... At first, Nyoko made no sound, not even a whisper. She just laid on the cold ground, motionless, gazing at the pale light of the oncoming dawn through a narrow gap between her long lashes. Three days and three nights made the events that preceded them seem like a dream... Just her torn and damaged clothes reminded her of the truth. The morning dew was starting to bead from the humid air, forming small pearls on her marble-white skin, exposed through the numerous rips in the fabric.<br/><br/>Wait, what? Morning dew? Were they really outside?<br/><br/>Only then did she realize that it wasn't morning dew, but her own sweat. Another of many scary dreams that came through those three days and nights. They were all surely just the aftermath of the fight, of worrying about Haruki and Blake...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Haruki and Blake.</span><br/><br/>Her eyes immediately opened as wide as they could, and she sprang up, sitting in an instant. Only then did she notice the woman. She was somehow familiar to her, but there was no distinct memory of her... Blake was already awake, but there was no sight of Haruki anywhere near. Where was he? It couldn't be that he... No, he definitely wasn't dead.<br/><br/>She frowned a little at the mention of 'their marks beginning to show', and instinctively reached at the fabric at her chest to pull it down and cover her ribs. "Where's my brother?" she requested sternly, still pulling the damaged black garb down.