My senses stirred to the sound of water in gutters and the faint smell of dew and wet soil and trees. I lifted on my elbows and blinked my stinging eyes at the glass wall which was patterned with raindrops glistening in the soft sunlight blooming through clearing clouds. I stared out for however long, mind empty and drowsy.
The door opened. Was someone there? Ausmane? I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t imagining him. All of yesterday was a big blank. I opened my mouth to speak, but my throat rasped.
He filled a glass of water from the pitcher on the nightstand and gave it to me. I chugged the whole glass, and the cloud dissipated from my head.
I wiped my mouth and ask the first thing that came to mind. “Don’t you have work?”
He walked away without answering. He wasn’t in his Guard
