My senses are the first to return to me. I'm cold. And... I'm lying on something cold. Cold and hard and flat. There is something rough under my left hand, but something warm under my right. Warm and somewhat soft.

I experimentally curl my fingers in towards it as much as I can.

My hearing slowly filters in.

"-ri? Aurora? Can you hear me?"

Name. That's my name. That's important.

Now how to do I tell them that I heard them? I try, but I can't quite make my mouth form words quite yet. Apparently, I make some sort of sound, though.

"Okay, good, Aurora, can you open your eyes?"

With what seems like monumental effort, I force my eyes open. The second they meet the light, I try to close them again, but they don't want to cooperate.

I see... figures. Hazy figures in my peripheral vision. There's one to my right, and I slowly, ever so slowly, turn my head to face them.

Violet eyes meet mine.

I know those violet eyes. I try to tell him so.

Something in those violet eyes shifts. "Aurora? Are you alright?"

Am I alright? What kind of question is that?

It must show on my face, because violet eyes laughs softly. "Right. Stupid question. How are you feeling?"

I give him a look. How am I suppose to answer that when my reluctant mouth still refuses to form any coherent sounds at all?

This time, I get a smile from violet eyes. "Ah. I see. Well, you're awake, at least."

"You mean out of cyrosleep?" That's a sarcastic voice. I know that voice, too.

"Fin!" Someone else says. I know that voice. That voice is red. Red hair, I think.

"Auri?" That's a quiet voice from my other side.

With great effort, I turn my head away from the violet eyes. There is a girl, there, a girl on my other side. A girl that I recognize as smart. And quiet.

"It's Zila." She says softly, then looks down at something she holds in her hands. "Your injuries seem to have been healed, and I believe that the temporary amnesia and slow senses are just a result of being in cyrosleep for the three months that you were. I need to do some basic checks on you, is that alright?"

I don't know if I want someone poking and prodding at me. However, some part of me knows, just knows, that violet eyes isn't going to let me get hurt.

So I let her.

And, finally, words come out.

Three words.

Words that I didn't particularly assume were going to come out.

"Did we win?"