Lenore's night passes in a blur of waking and sleeping. It's not exactly restful, but she's not sure if it's because Alaric's arm has found its way around her waist at some point after he fell asleep or the lingering pain of the poison is making it difficult to slip into actual sleep. However, the inky dreams don't return, and that's a small comfort.
Eventually, sunlight spills into the room, and Lenore finds that she's still... sore. At best. She'll have to ask Alaric for details about the poison, but it seems that he's already woken up and left the bed. Or maybe he'll take her to see one of the imperial physicians before they return to the townhouse, and she can ask about her condition and learn how long it'll take her to recover.
Well, she's glad that it was her at least. It's not a great feeling recovering, but if the worst had happened, Alaric and her family have already lived without her. In fact, they've spent more time without her in their lives than they have with her.
