Moira was scooped up by the gentleman with ease, her cheeks turning pink in the moment. Before she could thank the man, she was asleep. And surely this was all part of her dream somehow. She smelled smoke and opened her eyes. She was in an unfamiliar place. She wanted to jump up and get her bearings, but her foot was bandaged and propped. Was it real then? Moira groaned, rubbing her head. The sheets were soft, the room was well lit and decorated. It seemed like someone of high status would live here. She let out a meek attempt for attention. "Hello? Anybody here?" She still hadn't the slightest clue as to how she'd gotten here in the first place.