She took her time drinking small, manageable sips of water. She had absolutely been thirsty -- being defeated in a gruelling battle and then having what was left of her energy forcibly sucked out through her insecurities was a very parching process. Even still, she managed about half the glass before she was waving it away.

What else, indeed? She licked her split lip and found that even frowning hurt. That was okay; her eyes did a perfect job of conveying her unhappiness all on their own.

"Is this...real?" And those same eyes glanced right. Another ward.