Good Morn

Why'nn's sleep was restful.  The presence of the paladin as well as the holy magic he cast seemed to scare or chase the unholy thoughts away.  She didn't dream.

The morning dawned bright and something in the air caused Why'nn to stir.  She blinked slowly as she sat up.  Strange, she didn't remember covering herself in a blanket.  Her blurry sight rested on her bloodstained arm as it dawned on her there were no cuts.
"I thought... it itched?" she murmured, blinking slowly.  She looked around the room until her gaze settled on Locien.  Ah.  The bright knight.  Last night settled in her mind once more, quiet for once.  She silently thanked her god.
It must've been he that covered her.  A smile crept onto her lips and, for a moment, she looked like the girl she'd been before entering the graveyard.
"Good morn," she greeted softly, noting the half elf seemed quite alert.  How had he sustained the night with no ill effects?  Her smile widened and the morning light gave the illusion that her skin held color.