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Evelea grimaced as she came awake. The Silence had started to fade, and that was good, because being both defenseless and stupid wasn't going to help anyone. She groaned softly as she sat up, reaching for the journal. She read with dawning horror.
The demon had showed itself? While she slept, warm and comfortable people had been hurt. She felt ill, her throat working as she tried to choke back bile. She slid out of the bed, wishing she had a decent staff, but that had been lost in the scuffle with Cullen and she had no idea where it had fallen. The thought of asking him for a replacement made her cheeks sting, her stomach do another flip.
She needed to help, somehow, and if her mana was returning now, she could at least cast barriers or minor healing. She began collecting her gear, pulling on her boots and coat, then moved toward the door.
The demon had showed itself? While she slept, warm and comfortable people had been hurt. She felt ill, her throat working as she tried to choke back bile. She slid out of the bed, wishing she had a decent staff, but that had been lost in the scuffle with Cullen and she had no idea where it had fallen. The thought of asking him for a replacement made her cheeks sting, her stomach do another flip.
She needed to help, somehow, and if her mana was returning now, she could at least cast barriers or minor healing. She began collecting her gear, pulling on her boots and coat, then moved toward the door.
