A groan escaped Reinhard's throat before consciousness fully returned.
His eyes felt heavy, taking a bit of effort to break whatever was keeping them closed.
When he finally managed to pry them open, he blinked and saw a blur of white that gradually displayed white tiles.
When he winced before turning his head away from the light and the brightness. Then a figure moved closer and blocked the light as they sat beside the bed he was on.
Reinhard blinked rapidly, forcing his vision to focus as details emerged piece by piece.
The figure's hair was a cascade of white mixed with gold that flowed over her shoulders and caught the light in strange ways. Then, clothing was an indigo mantle, hooded, with patterns across it that looked like constellations against the velvet expanse of the night sky.
