Oh how she would try, rolling from her side to her back rubbing her eyes as if she needed to clear the darkness from her vision. That wasn’t happening it was always dark when she wasn’t having a vision. Patting her hand around pass the edge of her bed for the bandage that sat unraveled on the ground. Grasping the fabric in an exhausted manner and leaving it sat in her lap, contemplating whether she really wanted to put it on or not.
It didn’t take long for her to decide against it gently tucking it into the waistband of her pants. M’yhe earlier had given her a reading and with two thoughts hitting her mind like a wrecking bll one was more plausible than the other. Though, it was a heavy decision to make. The last time she had shown the scars on her back was in a spout of upset and anger at a figure from her past, something she terribly regretted doing after. Showing E’ni was a different story but no one had touched them, hardly ever did she even display the wreckage across her skin.
A groan of dismay leaves her lips but she takes a huge breath as she stumbles tiredly out the doors of the building and too the tree house posted in the branches and security in front of NightRaid’s quarters. Rapping her knuckles against the door she coos out in a meer mumble,” M’yhe~.... Are you awake...?” Afraid that she was stirring the miqo’te away from slumber or that he might not be there.