Lady Ghia Lihin
It was far past sundown when Ghia awoke from her nap. Her head ached and her throat felt raw and ravaged. Jules sat in a chair beside their bed, dozing, head leaning back. Curled up on top of the covers was Sila, so close to Ghia the heat from the beast was almost too much. The dog's eyelids flicked open, sensing her mistress was awake, and she gave Ghia's hand a lick before hopping down from the bed, off on dog business.
Ghia tried to speak, but found it too painful. Instead she reached Jules' mind with hers -- a brief touch, indistinguishable from natural awakening to a non-Magi.
As her wife's breathing shifted, slowly his head rose from its reclining position. His eyes opened slowly; when he saw her awake, he smiled gently.
"How do you feel?"
Like death, she sent. W
