Aery, as exhausted as she was, was not so tired that she missed Celaena kicking Rowan's head and back. She jerked awake, pulled herself out from under Rowan's arm (when had he even pulled her that close in the first place?!) in time to see Celaena storm off. She rose to her feet, slightly alarmed when they didn't give her a warning of pain. Then she took a deep breath. Neither did her ribs? What...
Wait. Rowan was a fae. Did drunk Faes lose control over their powers or something...? Had he inadvertently (or perhaps deliberately) healed her? "Celaena?" She called. Still couldn't hear. Okay. But her legs and arms felt fine.
She jogged after Celaena. "Celaena? Celaena, it's not what it looked like... I was just so tired and I was kind of cold and Rowan and I well he said he loved me and he kissed me last night and..." then she realized what she said and clapped her hands over her mouth. "Crap. Why do I always say too much?"