The comment about the slap manages to make it through the blackness of exhaustion and she fights to pry her eyes back open.
"No... slapping," she growls out, her mouth feeling thick with sleep. God. The backlash from this is as bad as any hangover she's ever had before. "In my bag... Bottle labelled "Wakebloom". Get it for me?"
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"No... slapping," she growls out, her mouth feeling thick with sleep. God. The backlash from this is as bad as any hangover she's ever had before. "In my bag... Bottle labelled "Wakebloom". Get it for me?"