Being on the battlefield for so long, Irene always woke up with a sense of urgency. However, at that moment, her body and mind felt so heavy. She couldn't even open her eyes.
From the outside, her eyelids only fluttered, but they didn't open up fully. She turned her head away from the warmth on her face.
That also led her to the realization that she was warm—so warm.
They were headed towards winter. The nights were starting to be uncomfortable. Something certainly wasn't right about what she was experiencing now.
It seemed to take all of her strength to clear out the fog and cobwebs in her head. She pushed herself off the bed with a gasp as a searing pain went down her chest.
"Agh!" she screamed and clutched her loose tunic with both hands, but it was too soft to be a tunic.
God, it hurt so badly.
The girl's green eyes finally opened and looked down in shock. The material was far too sheer to be the clothing she normally wore.
A nightgown?!
