A lulling languor infused Orla immediately after she was done showering.

Her feet suddenly stiffened causing difficulties to her mobility. She managed to haul herself to the bedside and flopped on top with the towel still draped around her chest.

She was peckish, but her eyes were barely opened. She rested her head on one of the many pillows arranged on the king-sized bed.

The bed was cozy and the bedsheets, silky, inclining her to stoop to its mastery. Slowly, her eyes began to shut until they eventually closed and she drifted into a deep slumber.

When Orla didn't show up after a while, Callan decided to check on her....