"Nesrin."
I groggily opened my eyes and gave a hum in response to the person who called me. I stretched my limbs and sat up the bed in a daze.
A light laugh echoed through the room and a smell of freshly brewed tea pervaded my nostrils.
I fixed the hair that's covering my face and forced my half hooded eyes to open wider. There I saw a cup of tea held in front of me.
I smiled and reached out to take the cup out of the hands that held it up.
The tea was warm, not hot enough to hurt your tongue and not too cold that it would fail to serve it's purpose.
"Awake yet?"
I nodded and leaned my body a little to the back of the bed.
My body has not yet healed from my fighting practices and last evening. . .
Remembering that long night, I sighed in both satisfaction and fatigue. We spent
