When Kalliope came to, all she could hear was static.
She was tired, she was angry for no reason at all, and the sheets under and around her, normally so soft and comfortable, felt so incredibly suffocating she wanted to shout.
But all Kalliope could manage was a weak curl of her toes.
Nevertheless, hands, large, warm and soothing, were upon her immediately.
“I am here, starlight.”
Kalliope moaned back pitifully, unable to form a word. Malus continued speaking, but he sounded like he was underwater, every other word missing.
“-not well - - - - since - - - - sister acting - - - - - - rather worrying -”
He was speaking to someone else in the room, Kalliope realised. She struggled to open her eyes, but the light, however dim it was, was too much. She groaned, though the sound that she
