Auvrea opened her eyes, something warmed her back, she opened her eyes, blinking slowly. Her eyes burned from the light. But she felt something on her cheek, her breathing became heavy. Her eyes lighter, her hair a bright blond. Her breathing steadied as she lifted her head she looked at Martin, then back at the floor. "I have my wings, again." Her thoughts shook, just as her hands did. Her arm was healed, but she wasn't.
She turned her back to Martin, gathering herself up she went to change seats. Her arm was still covered in the bandage that was now clean. But something stuck her in that position, she couldn't move. Something inside told her to make up with Martin, but she didn't deserve him.