The first thing Tristan did when he woke up from his full-day slumber was to go see Phoebe. After hearing she hadn’t woken up all this time, he really wanted to have a look at her. The door was left unlocked and he walked inside carefully. The huge red velvet curtains were parted to reveal a sliver of sunlight coming in, framing her pale face.
Her body was much smaller than he remembered and she looked like a phantom that could disappear at any time. She was like a log drifting on an ocean on her bed and that was depressing to see. The rest of the huge room was dark and almost empty. Normally, she rested there for a short while but since it had been a while since she performed such a stressful ritual, no one knew when she would wake up.
He held her pale light hand and brought it to his
