“Hey” Alequin said, then whispered to Avery… “She gained her energy back.”
He redirected his attention back to Rayemue who laid motionless on a solid, very fluffy looking, cloud suspended two feet in the air above a floor made of solid, what looked to be… gold?
A human could mistake her as being dead, for if she lived on Earth… but then they would also be terrified of her and mistake her for a Yahyel-Human hybrid alien with violet eyes, eyebrows that appear to be two black dots, one above each eye—and flowing white wavy hair that reached, what appeared to be—her hips.
Except the Yahyel got wiped out from existence a long time ago.
“I don’t think she is going to wake up, Alequin. She might need some more rest.
She opened her eyes and groaned. “W-where am I?”
She turned her head towards Alequin, instantly recognizing him. She stared long and hard again. “Deg. Where is he?”
She looked back up at the ceiling, then closed her eyes, falling back into slumber.
Alequin and Avery stood there for a moment looking at each other, then walked out of the room without answering her.
A few days, or what seemed to be a span of few days have passed, for her it may have seem a few seconds, given her age; same for them, her guardians… and Degrydon, who would be, her husband.
She woke up to the sight of Alequin standing at the foot of her bed, the cloud looking object, which she rested on.
“I hope you are feeling better”, he said, making some sort of waving movement with his hand.
He had such beautiful eyes, she thought, but shoved the thought away.
They looked like hers, big and purple.
She sat up on the bed and glared at him, not his eyes but at him.
Suddenly he broke the silence, “You are pretty lucky he didn’t wipe you from existence.”
“Who did?” She asked. “I don’t understand what you are saying.”
She narrowed her eyes, confused.
He offered her a hand, and she put hers in his as he lifted her off the bed and on to the ground.
“Come, there are people you need to meet.”
And then he said, “We will talk later.”