Box full of darkness

Clearly the lulling had worked at some point because the next voice to wake her was familiar. She shivered and scrunched her eyes, fighting back the wooze that wanted to pull her under again. Her head stung and throbbed all at once and she wasn't even sure her left leg was still there. Only the painful pull of burnt skin and the lingering smell of singed fur reminded her there was an injury there at all. Small blessings, she supposed.

Taking a deep inhale, she opened her eyes and attempted a lopsided smile for Ghoul, though the pain clearly showed in her clenched teeth. "Yeh, yeah, I'm awake..." Her head rolled as she tried to push herself up onto her elbows, the rolling of the ground beneath her bringing bile to the back of her throat. "I've prolly had worse..." Clearly, she hadn't, but she didn't need the big lug panicking on her behalf. A heavy headed scan of the surroundings revealed no sign of the fireflies, or the big black wolfdog.