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Isla wakes up feeling generally like crap. She opens her eyes slowly, and sees a blue ceiling and walls. Her head feels foggy.
“Isla,” Aurel says from beside her. “Are you feeling well?”
Isla turns to see Aurel sitting in a chair beside her bed. “Where am I? What happened?”
“You lost consciousness in the gardens about an hour ago, and I brought you to the infirmary immediately,” Aurel replies. “The conditions are harsh for humans at this altitude, when you are not acclimatized, and I apologize for not being more mindful of it. How do you feel?”
“I…” Isla slowly sits up, and immediately regrets it. “My head hurts.”