Celia
Celia had fallen quickly asleep after dinner, despite her claims of being wide awake. She tossed and turned a few times, distinctly noticing the Commander sleeping in the chair by the window and the void she felt without Blaise. Her intermittent sleep was deep and dreamless, but she awoke feeling like she had had nightmares. As she made her way to the bathroom in the hall, she felt more tired than before and a yawn escaped her.
She looked at herself in the mirror with heavy judgment for a long time before exiting. An exhausted Celia stared back through weary grey eyes. She looked the same but there was a disconnect somehow. She felt different. At her very core, she felt completely different. She felt comfort and love. She felt strength and protection. She felt Blaise. She felt him
