Alexia had waited with the other survivors of the wreckage for her father’s transport car to arrive, taking her and the other men back to her residence. It was a lavish home in the more up-scale district of town. Her father greeted them with a stern expression, but it softened when he was presented with dirt and blood covered Alexia. Ushering the men under his employ off to the guest rooms, Lord Nobuo made sure that his private medic inspected Alexia head to toe before having the servants prepare a bath for her.<br/><br/>Once the grime and grit was washed from her form, the blood off of her leg, she rose from the warm, now murky water and allowed the private medic to examine her. After getting a few wrappings on her wrists and ribs, she was released to her rooms to rest. Her body was damaged, mainly bruised from being crushed, but otherwise she would recover with rest.<br/><br/>Lying in her bed, she stared up at the ceiling as the curtains were drawn over her bed. Letting out a heavy sigh, she replayed the events of the day in her mind, holding her pillow close as she ran her fingertips over her thigh, wondering how in the world it was healed and she was still alive. Rolling onto her side, she squeezed her pillow tightly to her belly and closed her eyes as she tried to force herself to sleep, but she found that the night would be a restless one. She could still hear the screams of people as the airship crashed into their part of the district’s market square.<br/><br/>Alexia would toss and turn the whole night restlessly until she would hear the birds outside of her room. The curtains prevented the light from coming in, but she could feel it was morning. Rising out of her bed, she slowly pulled the curtains aside and began to sort through her drawers, debating on what to wear that day. She knew that everyone else in the home was asleep, except for a few servants possibly, but she was sure that the recovery effort would resume shortly.