Aether felt a chilling atmosphere wrap around his skin like a cold fog. Goosebumps rose along his arms as he growled low in his throat, the lingering unease crawling over him.
Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, hazy at first, then sharpened as he spotted Ashara leaning over him, her hands pressing against his chest, trying to shake him awake.
Aether blinked, squinting at her groggily as his voice came out hoarse, "Ashara...? What... what's going on?"
Ashara gave him a soft smile, though it didn't quite hide the nerves in her eyes. "You finally woke up. You've been asleep for a while. I was getting worried," she said gently and began explaining everything that had happened since he passed out.
Aether's brows drew together. "She used... some kind of powder on me?"
Ashara nodded slowly, biting her lower lip.
