The sun came up in bright surges that made Moira delirious. She groaned, holding her arm in front of her face. She must've fallen asleep at some point. The leather book was spread open, halfway through on the bedspread. She dreamed of a dragon breathing on her face, his snout puffing up her hair. She felt like she could still see its eyes. And for some reason, it made her think of Kerian. She wondered where he was. Hopefully he was okay.