<em>Wake up Aara.</em><br/><br/>That voice, familiar, loved and infernally annoying pushed into her thoughts and she stirred, lashes fluttering even as her lush lips compressed in a line that clearly said she didn't want to get up. She murmured as much in a husky sweet voice, grumbling in her drowsiness.<em>Go away, it can't be time to get up yet I just...</em><br/><br/><em>Fell out a third story window. Fighting a harpy by yourself is not advised, now wake.</em><br/><br/>Those words were more then enough to jump start her memories and make her eyes flutter, make her aware of voices around her and the feel of arms holding her. Who in the world would pick her up to carry her? None of her sister witches that was for sure, and it was a very male feeling. She felt odd too, sluggish and shuddery, awkward in her own body; the sounds of the street were too loud and the two male voices filling her ears made her flinch, wincing. "Too loud..." she protested, complaining.<br/><br/>Scent rolled over her next and her delicate nose wrinkled in protest to the scents of a Las Vegas street in the dead of night. And the odd scents that she couldn't quiet name that lingered around the two holders of the voices. Male voices but not necessarily males scents, though how the hell she knew that she didn't know. But Eaerik was here with her and so it couldn't be anything bad, though she supposed bad was a relative term when one's feline companion was actually a demon. Still she forced her eyes open, the dark color of them startling against her pale skin and fiery hair only to wince and try to throw up her hands, hissing at the lights of the street signs, garish though they were, they were blinding like a sun now. "What in the world have you done now Eaerik?"<br/><br/>Her tone was annoyed, raspy and female. She was afraid, terrified in fact, unsure of what exactly was going on with her and how she was still alive after she had been so sure the fight with the harpy would be the last thing she ever did. Her body still ached but it didn't hurt anywhere near as badly as it had. And her stomach was tense, protesting its lack of food, which was odd, she had never had a problem ignoring her stomach. But something inside her growled almost at the idea of food, but not real food, something that was a coppery sweetness like the taste that still lingered in her mouth. Curiously she swallowed down whatever dregs were left and then shuddered, realizing suddenly it was blood. Blood.<br/><br/><em>Eaerik.....what's going on?</em>This time it was personal, in that special mind path only they shared, and it was afraid. She felt his presence wrap around her to sooth her, a purr entering her head.<br/><br/><em>I made sure you lived. Though I suppose that is a relative term.</em><br/><br/>"...oh fuck...."