16th of Summer, 510 AV
Ora slept through the night with fitful dreams. Flashes of her childhood mixed with the flashes of Nero’s lead to a rather unpleasant sleep. The young woman was usually a calm sleeper, but in between the dreams and a half awake state, the Konti moved towards the warm body off to the side of the bed. Ora didn’t so much snuggle with him as remain close enough to obtain some of his warmth, her hands resting on where his rib cage would be.
The Konti woke slowly, her eye and body were groggy and achy, and her stomach and head hurt worse of all. With a small whimper, pale white fingers covered her face as the rest of her curled into a fetal position. Through the spaces between her fingers, violet eyes landed on the figure of Nero, still asleep, at least he appeared asleep, if he wasn’t, Ora could not tell. The young Konti felt a sudden increase in her heart rate as she realized an obvious fact: she was in bed with a man. Her cheeks flushed suddenly, her eyes glancing down under the covers, she was still dressed, she didn't do anything, at least that's how it appeared. The pain in her head an stomach turned her worries elsewhere.
The young woman was worried, she hadn’t felt this sick sense she was a child, and that was brief thanks to the healers on the Isle. Ora took the pillow she had been using and hid herself under it, trying to remember the previous night, which her mind was proving difficult.
A small amount of worry filled her, what happened after she finished her drink? She vaguely remembered vomiting, but after that there was nothing. Curiosity took the better of her, and with a small motion, Ora reached out and touched a bare portion of Nero’s arm.
With the physical contact, Ora went limp, her breathing relaxed as her mind traveled through the Chavena towards Nero’s Chavi. She found his Chavi easily and peaked into it, looking at what concerned her. She watched as he cleaned her up after vomiting, and carried her to go to sleep, an odd place was where he took them, Ora wasn’t sure what sort of tavern looked the way this one did.
Once Nero had blown out the candle, he laid himself down far from her, almost off the bed. Once he had begun to make a small amount of sleeping-noise, Ora left the Chavena, it seemed back in the physical world like only a few seconds had passed. Violet eyes peaked out from under her pillow to look at the man next to her.
With a small poke to the ribs of her companion, Ora spoke. “Nero?” She poked again, lightly, waiting for a reaction to rise from him.