Noah voiced a grunt. Furrowing his brows as his consciousness adjusted to being awake, he flinched a bit when sunlight struck his eyes—an interesting reaction, albeit one that shouldn't occur to someone within the fifth tier. Nonetheless, the reason for this reaction quickly revealed itself to him.
Noah arose, sitting up to sweep his gaze on his surroundings. His hearing felt muffled, and his body felt weird to him. Ignoring every detail around him, he looked at his right palm, clenching and opening it.
Weak… he felt weak. Significantly weaker than normal.
"I've not recovered completely," he spoke to himself, and his throat felt parched, his voice uneven. He tried to clear it, but Erolia wouldn't let him stick to his thoughts again.
Her figure pounced on him, but he sustained the strength to remain in position. She sobbed whilst her face remained buried in his chest.
