Eve stubbornly swam back to consciousness, a vague memory of something about magic and sleep echoing in her brain. The familiar patter of Flynn on the verge of victory was a good sign, but the equally familiar clash of swords and edge of anger in the smug babble nixed any comfort it might have given her. Then both stopped, and a single thud - intentional, then - right next to her had her fighting harder to wake up. The following "Relax, Eve; we're safe," was a relief but not a deterrent; her definition of safe didn't sound quite so breathless.
Word Count: 100
Notes: Originally Eve made a princess crack at herself for the magical sleep, but sadly it couldn't fit. The sleep got to stay because it brought a sound pun with it, and I couldn't make myself give her a concussion. Thanks so much for the warm reception; I've been walking around with a smile on my face all day!