Taya was unsure how long she had sat staring unseeing into the mirror placed upon the dressing table, but her awareness slowly began to return. Her mind felt sluggish, and her head throbbed. All indications suggested she had received one of Sunniva"s more intensive treatments. They were worse on waking. Often she would find herself gaining awareness partway into a morning routine, such as cleaning her teeth, or brushing her hair. Her body responded to any summons on instinct, while her mind remained clouded. She saw she was already dressed, and had a vague recollection of eating before being escorted back to her room.
A figure at the door cleared their throat, reminding her of their long-forgotten presence. It seemed to be time for evening prayers. Since her last treatment Taya had lost t
