Talia's POV.
It's sometime between late morning and early midday when I wake up.
I feel a little better, except for the blunt nagging pain in the right side of my head.
I can feel that my wounds are less raw than they felt before I slept.
The pillow still feels a little wet from my tears.
I'm beginning to question the Moon goddess for granting me another life if it's still going to be rocky, maybe even rockier.
"What's the point?" I catch myself saying out loud while sitting up.
"'Cause maybe you still have a mission to execute?" Kael's gruff voice says, he is standing by the door, leaning on the carved wooden frame.
"Do I look fit in any way?" I wish that came out a little friendlier the moment I said it. Hopefully, he's less touchy now and would not take offense
