Rough Night?

Aurelia emerged from the labyrinth, her movements sluggish and painful. The mist that had shrouded Druid's Moore was slowly lifting, revealing the aftermath of the previous night's events. Her encounter with Sephiran had taken a toll on her, leaving her in a foul mood and physically drained. Her muscles protested with every step, feeling stiff and sore from their intense struggle. Each motion sent waves of discomfort through her body, making it difficult for her to find any relief.

With a deep sigh, Aurelia gingerly lowered herself to the ground, wincing as she felt the tender spots on her body protest against the pressure. The bite wounds that marred her scruff throbbed incessantly, a painful reminder of the Sultan’s affection. One particularly vicious wound near the back of her head taunted her, making it nearly impossible for her to reach and tend to properly. She could feel its angry heat and swollen skin, twinge with each subtle movement in her neck. She imagined it was the source of the particularly nasty headache she was trying to manage.

Despite the agony and disappointment, Aurelia pushed herself to concentrate on the present task. With a wavering determination, she gathered the materials spread out in front of her, her actions clumsy and unrefined. The collection of herbs and mixtures she had gathered earlier provided at least some semblance of hope, an opportunity to ease some of the throbbing and prevent infection at the very least.

"Aurelia Veratti"