Judgment From A Goat

Sharina felt annoyed they had left her.

She had woken up on a flattened bush, wrapped gently with the leaves. Whoever had set up her little bed had been careful to have adjusted the twigs and diverted them from pressing painfully against her body. She had nearly impaled her arm as she twisted, confused, on where she had been lay down.

From the position the sun was in the sky, she could tell evening was nearing rapidly. From golden yellow, it had nearly turned crimson red, lowering itself into its resting place to give space for the moon to shine. If they had entered Polyphemus' cave at night, Sharina guessed she must have been asleep for practically the entire day.