When Celinee opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the ceiling of a room. Sunlight pierced through the window slats and the gaps in the curtains. For a moment, she remained still with a confused expression, but suddenly, she sat up with wide eyes.
"I thought you would sleep longer."
Celinee instinctively turned toward the voice's owner. Mariel was sitting calmly beside a small table near the door, a book in his hand. The table was filled with food and drinks—perhaps prepared for her.
"Mariel, what happened?" Celinee asked directly. "I thought I was dead."
"Er... You should pull the blanket back up."
Celinee's eyes reflexively looked down at her body. She blinked twice in surprise. Her gaze shifted to Mariel, then back to herself, and then back to Mariel again.
"Mariel…"