Purified Quench? (edited)

Lillian's face twitched as the morning light shone on her face. Her ears twitched at the calming sound of a crackling fire. (2)

She gave a small groan. She then raised her hand, clutching and yanking the blazer over her face, blocking out the interferences to her sleep. (2)

She shuffled around, slowly patting the ground under her and slightly away from her, slowly noticing something missing. (3)

Lillian hummed lowly.

"Huh..."

Her eyes then slowly opened, adjusting to the light before groggily sitting up.

She then crossed her arms over, clutching the edges of the blazer that was over her shoulders. (3)

Lillian let out a tired yawn before a familiar voice called out her name. (2)

"Oh... you're awake. Good morning, Lillian."

Lillian twisted her head to her right, staring at Marionette, leaning back against the tree with a fire situated before her, holding a Catacomb Dweller limb over it.