(Author's POV)
Nora came out of the tent without waking Myra up in a slightly disheveled state. She kept on tossing and turning all night and didn't sleep a wink, her mind full of deep thoughts.
"What's up with you, Ora? Didn't get any sleep? Must have been rough for you. the bedding" Alaric questioned with a hint of concern dripping from his voice like a good elder brother he was.
Rubbing her groggy eyes, removing sleep with a tissue, Nora replied, "Yeah, sort of. Had a ton of things on my mind, plus Myra too."
Alaric thought she was worried about her human friend's health and just ruffled her already disoriented hair speaking casually with a little shrug, "It's just a mild fever, don't worry. She'll be just fine."
Nora's lips made a thin line as she was contemplating something, the talk between her and Myra still playing in her inner senses, making her restless and her brain cells full of chaotic pondering.
