The sound of laughter, clinking cups and music wakes Eira from her deep slumber.
She opens her eyes and sees an unfamiliar ceiling.
It seems that they were back at Aspen City but it wasn't the Belial Inn.
The bed was wider than usual. They were probably in one of the more expensive hotels in the city.
For some reason, she was also wearing her black turtle-neck sweater and denim pants. Leandra and Cato must've bathed and clothed her while she was unconscious.
She's embarrassed but tries not to think about it.
Beside her, Cato, also in casual clothing, was fiddling with a hard light construct generated from the palm of his gauntlet.
"Cato?"
He doesn't respond.
She reaches from behind and hugs him.
"Heeeeey...", she says lazily.
"Hmm? Oh, Eira, good morning. Did you sleep well?"
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