As usual, Lory woke up close to noon.
Her body felt heavy, as if gravity itself had doubled overnight. When she tried to move, her legs trembled, weak and unsteady—like jelly that barely remembered how to hold shape. There was no pain, not really.
Her healing ability had already activated, quietly repairing strained muscles and exhaustion-worn fibers until nothing was technically wrong.
And yet…
The lethargy remained.
It clung to her bones, seeped into her limbs, leaving her drained in a way healing could not erase. She lay there for a moment, staring blankly ahead, fully aware that her body was fine, and equally aware that it very much did not feel fine.
Lory's nose curled slightly as she pouted, a half-hearted show of displeasure she didn't bother hiding for long. Losing to him had become something she was far too familiar and secretly welcomed it.
