It was nice. Peaceful even. But soon Valerie Gray was about to open her eyes and be absolutely mortified.

Limbs feeling heavy and her head pounding uncontrollably, the Wampus let out a low moan as her head slowly turned from side to side. Although perhaps dragged itself from left to right and then right to left was a more accurate description. The additions of cool cloths to her forehead and face were barely registered seeing as her body temperature had cooled down considerably in her unconscious state. As had her heart rate now that adrenaline had mostly left her system. Mostly.

Light filtered into her partly open slits sent a jolt of panic through her and she instinctively tried to reach for her wand holstered in one of her combat boots. Only her hand grabbed at empty air which only fueled to the temporary panic. But her movements were haphazard and sluggish (even sloppy but that was a term she would never use to describe herself). "Where is my wand," she somehow managed to croak out. Where was that damn impenetrable runespoor?

Groaning and holding her head as she continued to try and sit up, her eyes opened just a little more to be enough to see that a crowd had gathered around her. Unaware of what all had just occurred, she glared at them all. "What all are you gawking at?" she spat tiredly. She was of course grateful, or would be rather. Right now she was simply not keen on all these eyes looking at her like she was some fragile piece of glass.