NIRELLE

"Nirelle? Nirelle?" My eyes open, and I look at Zane, hunched over, hands on my shoulder. I blink, trying to wake up fully from my nap. The only thing this baby liked was to make me sleepy at very random times of the day. "Are you awake?" he asked, and I nodded.

"What is it? Have I been asleep for too long?" I asked the evacuee, and that was the only reason he could wake me up like that. "I am fine, I promise," I murmur. He had done this, Estefau, when I was in bed for eight hours all afternoon. There was nothing to do, and sleeping felt...