Ignored

After lying unconscious for days, her first conscious thoughts centered solely on him. The depth of her feelings for him was something only he could truly comprehend now.

"Oriana," Yorian called out softly.

She turned toward the elf, her eyes filled with anxiety. Scanning the room, her gaze landed on Arlan, who stood nearby alongside two other figures. A wave of confusion washed over her, but upon seeing Arlan, relief flooded her. But at the same time she wondered if it was a dream. 

Yorian could understand her and answered her confusion. "Prince Arlan is completely alright, safe and sound."

She continued to stare at Arlan wordlessly. He was alive; what she'd experienced had merely been a harrowing nightmare.

Just as Arlan prepared to address her, Oriana averted her gaze, whispering to Yorian with a weary voice, "I feel drained. My head is throbbing."

"I understand. You'll improve since you're awake now," Yorian reassured.