Brown eyes hazily blinked open.

The brown blankets and tan pillows were the most wonderful things.

On her stomach, arms under the pillows, she moaned as she slowly rolled onto her side. Blond, wavy hair was incredibly messy and tangled. She lifted a slightly numbed hand and pulled some strands from her face, groggy.

“M-Monte?” She moaned, her vision still blurred, “Where are-…”

She pushed herself up, mounds of blankets falling from her chest. She looked down… No wonder she was so uncomfortable. The blue gamberson was on her chest. The padded armor was insulating and hot. She felt the horrid sweat trickling down her back. She was burning. She reached up, rubbing her eyes, “Uncle?”

Then – she remembered.

She was approximately twelve years in the past, never to return home.

Her cousins were just newborns right now.

She sternly shook her head, hair still shaking in her face. She barely could remember the physical appearance of the New Elf, yet she did remember her kindness. She was lucky to travel just to the right time, right place, for her to find her.

Hanuh no longer felt her head throbbing. Only tiredness, not the brutal exhaustion, remained. She smacked her chapped lips, mouth feeling dry and dead.

She looked over to the end table.

She hastily took the water, drinking the cup dry in seconds.

She placed the cup next to the food, not ready to eat yet. Feeling zero appetite whatsoever, she leaned back. Her head rested against the wall, knees pulled up and arms wrapped around them, as she waited for energy to return.