Aurelie had to admit that she was likely falling asleep even as she washed the remnants of battle from her, the exhaustion of days past and stress catching up to her all in a rush. Perhaps it was the sudden reappearance of her lover that gave her the release she needed to succumb to that weariness or maybe it was just the fact that she had pushed herself too far for too long.
It was likely only Erasmus’ help that she made it through her shower and then to the bed. Still in a rather vulnerable state, the osprey reached out to him, silently pleading for him to join her.
Later however she couldn’t say that she really remembered him responding to that plea, her consciousness fading almost as soon as she stopped moving.
The sun was shining through her curtains before she awoke, the angle telling her before her bedside clock did that it was closer to late afternoon than morning. As her sleep fogged brain slowly roused itself, Aurelie found herself wondering if the previous night had only been a dream.
Had Erasmus really returned to her? Or was her grief only telling her lies while she slept to help her cope. That option seemed rather cruel for all that she knew that facing those emotions was something she had to do.
As the seconds ticked by Aurelie wakened enough to pinpoint details about her room and perhaps subconsciously searching for the one that should be there with her.