Alvia's POV
I slowly open my hazy eyes, the room spinning too fast and the lights too bright makes me shut them back.
I gain some bits of balance and I attempt opening my eyes again, I open my eyes to see Deacon holding fast to my hand and lowering his head
“ Yo ” I manage to say straining my voice. Who knew speaking could be this difficult
“ Oh my Alvia ” Deacon exclaims hugging me tight, so tight I fear I would pass out again
“ I was very worried, thank the goddess you are fine ” he goes on still holding me tight.
“ Okay, I'm gonna pass out if you keep hugging me for one more minute ” I chuckle wiggling myself off his hug.
I look behind him and I see a crowd scaring me again, they all cheered “Welcome ma'am ” staring queerly at me
“ What happened? ” I clarify just to be sure
