Dragoncrest Cliffs time isn't real, nothing is real, avocados are half off

It takes a little effort to get her to stir. All she wants to do is sleep for days, sleep until she doesn’t feel this way anymore, maybe until she doesn’t feel anything. Just when she’d settled for being okay about her family, someone comes along and fucks it up and she wishes to shove it all away.
 
Mallaidh fights the stimulus waking her, groaning and shifting on the ground, slowly picking her head up. She blinks a few times, slowly taking Blixen into focus. “What,” she says flatly. The next few seconds she becomes aware of what’s going on around her. The sky has darkened and she blinks upward, wondering how long she’s been asleep. Everything that hurt before she went to sleep hurts even more now, stiff and difficult to move, as she slowly untangles herself. She licks her dry lips, needing water soon, but struggles to motivate her to do anything else but hold herself up.