Last resort

Zyra woke up the next morning with a splitting headache.

"Finally, she's awake." Nyla said with glee.

"Great, maybe she can tell me why I'm wearing this ugly frock."

Just her luck to wake up to see two familiar faces peering down at her like they were studying a bug. Come on guys, give me some room please. The last thing I want to see when I wake up is the two of you breathing down on me. Zyra thought it but for the sake of friendship she would never say those thoughts out loud.

Her face wasn't washed, her teeth not brushed and it felt like she had matter in her eye and possibly drool and white squall at the corners of her mouth. She put her hand to her mouth and checked, yep her breath wasn't pleasant either. It Looked like the effects of the mist were wearing off fast.

"Geez, Verity that should be the least of your worries but I'm glad the gang's back together, group hug?" Zyra responded.

"Group hug." They both chorused.