If Theora had considered sleeping in the next morning, her body decided otherwise. She was awake and bright-eyed early as per usual, long before sunrise. She glanced at the window; she hadn't bothered to close the curtains since she started staying in the guest room, knowing she'd beat the sunrise every time. She sat up, stretched, groaning at the painful remembrance of her bruises and cracked ribs. The pain also reminded her of her -painful- success the previous day, so she grinned to herself, feeling it was worth it.
Since she was awake, she got up, made the bed, and got dressed in silence. Herise had cleaned her clothes overnight, so she was able to put on the same clothes to go for a run, quietly leaving the house before anyone was awake. It was her last morning in the Capital, and ma
