At mid-twilicht, the solest shines bright. Amber light traces along a tired Daemik's cheek. After the riding incident, Kiora has been resting more to heal. Steadily, she stirs awake. Kiora rises from her bed and approaches the wardrobe with a frown. 'If only I had clothes more suitable for these bandages.' She sighs.

Kiora's fingers fumble through her wares. She selects an open robe. Since the sling covers half of her chest, Kiora positions the robe accordingly so as to not appear ...