Aviana didn’t know whether it was morning yet, as the sunlight couldn’t reach all the way through the layers of sand. In any case, the heat that was now starting to suffocate her gave her some idea. She threw the nylon sheet from her body, which she had no clue about using the previous evening, and stressed her unharmed hand to gradually get up. Her pounding head requested more consideration than the hurting knee, so she was able to stand up on weak legs.
The alcohol must have really affected her system since the pain escalated as blood rushed to her head and could feel her skull pulsating. It took a few minutes to finally stand straight and searched for the candles on top of the crate. But the lighter was still with Advik, who was sleeping soundly. She didn’t have the heart to wake him
