Lion Head Mesa yoakenoyume

dizzy, hot, grasping for something among her bed furs, though she knows not what, until she is properly awake. it feels as though she has not slept - the dream leaves her cheeks sakura bright.
as satsu draws from the bed and tries to stand her legs feel too soft. she sinks in to the furs again and sighs, grasping at the bits of dream she can, but it is all fleeting.
when she rises again she carefully attends to her coat. off to one side of the bedspread is a collection of flowers left by tamar, and these she picks through, pressing meadowfoam against the fur if her neck and throat.
it revives something for her, and as satsu turns to the door she is smiling - until she takes notice of the guard, that is.