She wanted to get up to explore, but although her reiki was still intact, her vision swam every time she moved, so Kagome resigned herself to staying still but remained on alert.
She wasn't chained to the bed, and she was fully dressed, so that was a plus, but she had no memory of coming to this place or even falling asleep, so she wasn't about to let her guard down. Someone had taught her that, but she couldn't remember who, so she leaned back against the headboard, waiting for her elusive host to check on her.
It was past morning, probably closer to noon by the way shadows danced between the curtains on the balcony, so she doubted it would be long before someone appeared. Without modern electricity, Kagome's circadian rhythm had shifted, and she no longer needed those extra five minutes when she woke, often doing so as soon as the sun rose.
Kaede had never commented on it, but Kagome knew she appreciated the extra help in the morning when her bones weren't so brittle. The aches in the old miko's joints worsened as the day wore on, so most of their errands and herb collecting were done before lunch.
She knew Kaede had few years left—she was old even by modern standards—and Kagome wanted to learn as much from her as possible before taking over her duties.