A Sense of Belonging

"Mnnh.." Estelle moaned in pain after waking up to a bright ray of sunlight shining down upon her.

She was currently laying down on a soft mattress, covered in a warm blanket within a decently insulated room. Confused, she recalled that her last memory before falling down was that she shocked herself to the point of knocking her out.

Estelle shook her head to regain her focus. In mere seconds, she was able to remember about the ring's fusion with the stone.

Her eyes instantly went to her right hand, where she was still able to see the familiar ring circling her finger.

Sighing in both relief and regret, she got up from the mattress and looked around. Although the room she was in wasn't shabby, it definitely couldn't compare to the likes of her own house or Minerva's room.

She didn't recognize the place, but she felt quite safe.

"Where is this?" Estelle walked up to the windows, wanting to get a firm look at whatever was happening outside.