Well technically I'm not walking but you get the point. The pleasant veil of sleep leaves me, no matter how much I will it not to. I sigh as my senses return enough to hear and process the quiet shuffling a little ways away from my bed. My sigh must had startled the boy because he lets out a small squeak before standing from what I assume is a chair.

"Y-you're awake! I-i'll go get martyn!" Toby moves to go find the forest sprite but from the sound of it, catches the leg of the chair he had been sitting in moments before and stumbles. He manages to steady himself, lingers for a few seconds, then leaves in a hurry. I almost laugh at the blushing face I know he has, even though I can't see it.

My mood is better this morning, well at least I think it's morning. Though I have not forgotten yesterdays events and the rather troubling predicament I have found myself in. I simple feel better today then I have for days and I can't stop it from reflecting in my mood. My headache is no more and the nausea, though still present, is barrable. I have little doubt that these symptoms will worsen again if i try to stand but that is easily solved by never getting up again.

I sigh again as my good mood dampens with the realization that this is likely the only day I have off from work and I will, in fact, have to get up tomorrow. I hear two pairs of footsteps make there way into my room. One light and fluttery, like her afraid he'll hurt something by stepping on the ground to hard, and the other calm and defined, like he knows he has nothing to fear from anyone.

I rest what would be my gaze on the owner of the calm and defined footfalls. His steps continue into the room, but the fluttrly one hangs back at the door.

"Martyn." I nod my head in greeting at the forest sprite and he makes a intrigued hum. Toby stays in the doorway, uncomfortably if his constant shuffling is anything to go by. The forest sprite ignores his friends discomfort in favor of addressing my observation.

"You're much more perceptive them I would have thought you'd be. Most people that suddenly find themselves without one of their senses are to focus on the loss of the one to notice the improvement of the others…" He doesn't seem surprised, just intrigued and maybe slightly amused. I hadn't really thought about the loss of my eyesight. My mind just kinda adapted to not having it.

My other senses compensated, yes, but surely I should have noticed the lack of it. I should have notice I couldn't see Martyn's interested expression. Right? But I did see it...I saw it when I heard it in his voice. I saw Martin's face plain as day as he walked over to me, just from the way he walked. I could see Toby too, in all of his anxious and uncertain glory.

I couldn't use my eyes but my mind didn't seem to care. It didn't even tell me something was wrong. It was like a flip of a switch, and suddenly I didn't need my eyes anymore. I didn't like it. It's like my brain is preparing for life without my sight, like I'll never get it back. I will get it back. Theres only a 20% chance that I wont and I have no reason to think that thats what will happen.

So why does my brain think that?

I must have been spacing out for longer than I thought because Martyn snaps his fingers in front off my face. I'm not sure how I feel when I can see his raised eyebrow without actually seeing anything. I furrow my brow and frown up at him.

"Lalna..? Are you alright?" He asked more out of curiosity then concern. I nod without any real emotion in it to confirm or contradict the notion of the nod. I look away from him and rest my 'gaze' on my hands. My impression is one of deep thought and Martyn pulls his still lingering hand away from my face. It's obvious he knows something is wrong but he doesn't pry, to which I'm grateful.

"Well, we have to leave soon. Otherwise we'll arrive after dark." He says it as though it's the most obvious thing in the world. I might have been able to understand if I knew where he ment to take me, or even what time it was. I glance up at him with the best raised eyebrow look I could manage with what little of my eyebrows showed from behind the bandages.

"I told you, without a constant supply of magic you won't survive this. It doesn't matter how much magic you had before you don't have enough now. For some reason the leech seems to drain magic from you a lot faster then it does for most." Oh. I remember him saying somthing like that. So does that mean he's taking me to his forest? He said he was the only one that had enough magic to wait out the leech on there own so surely he's the only one that has the excess magic to sustain the both of us and the damn parasite.

"Normally I would watch you until the leech left but with the recent string of forest fires I just don't have the time or resources, so you'll be staying with the only other person with the magic needed to keep the both of you alive."

It takes me a minute to realize what he's talking about. Martyn hadn't been the only one that survived the leech alone. There had been two. My brain just erased that information because it had seemed irrelevant. Hadn't seemed like an option. I feel my blood run cold as I grown out the name of the man I would be putting my life in the hands off.

"Rythian…."