Call Off the War

"She's awake!" In the background, frantic footsteps could be heard, tracing and running around, followed by the company of more panicked rushing.

Ophelia groaned at the soreness and weight of her body. She felt warmth lapping upon her face, both wet and rough. Snapping her eyes open, she was horrified at the sight of an enormous dog in front of her. Instantly, the creature lets out a tiny yelp, almost offended by her rejection, but she recognizes those pupils and dark hair anywhere.

"Nyx…?" Ophelia whispered, glancing down at her bandaged hands and fingernails. She half-expected the dog to respond like her loyal pet. To her surprise, he happily panted in her direction, his tail wagging.

The creature happily barked in agreement, nuzzling closer to her body. Despite his tilted head of confusion and playful demeanor, a part of her knew he was still her pet. Ophelia was startled, wondering how he grew this large within a span of… wait, how long was she out for?