Calista
I woke to the sensation of someone gently shaking my shoulder. After Aerion had fed me, and we had our discussion, it had been emotionally exhausting, and I had slept the minute my head hit the pillow.
My eyes fluttered open, and Aerion’s face came into view, his expression caught between amusement and concern.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he greeted, smiling.
“I’m guessing you’re back to feeling like yourself?”
I groaned, sitting up slowly and rubbing my eyes.
Lyra stirred in the back of my mind, yawning. "Morning already?" she mumbled.
Before I could answer her or properly wake up, Aerion tilted his head, studying me.
“You know,” he began, “these two faces of yours are going to take some getting used to. One minute, I’m looking at Arya. The next, I see Calista. It’s.
