Cesidia moans softly and she shifts. She slowly opens her eyes, and they glow for a moment. She blinks and the light diminishes. "Good gods..." She frowns and sits up. "Who died?"
Cesidia nods. “I’m aware. Don’t worry, Philip, I don’t think it was because of that herb. I think it actually is the reason I woke up so soon.” She frowns. “Magic is your expertise, correct, love?”
Cesidia shakes her head. “Never mind. I don’t know why I asked that.” She sighs. “I don’t know of anything that we can do right now. My room is close by and my brothers are out.” She grins.