Her reaction was to be expected.
She had become enlightened while on the brink of dying and being mid-fight with a troll far more powerful than her.
So to see me awaken during a simple game of tag must have been somewhat...hard for her to understand.
Picking up the now blood-stained towel, I turned my head a full 360 degrees, trying to find a trash can.
With only one eye working...for the time being, I now had to turn my head whenever I wanted to look to the right, which was quite often.
Sighing, I looked down at my trusty-black cloak, which was somehow perfectly clean, like the day I had transmigrated.
Yesterday, the blood leaking out of my eye had simply bounced off the cloak, as if it were blood-proof, and fallen to the floor.
Letting a tear drop down my face, I sighed, realizing that the cloak would soon have to go, instead replaced by the Glaive academy uniform.
The cloak was perfect...unstainable, thin, stealthy, and amazing for moving around in.
