The next time Bel opened her eyes, she was in bed, and the Queen was hovering over her. Her worried face changed to relieved "Oh, she's awake. Thank the goddess. How do you feel?" She asked as her eyes scanned Bel's face.
Bel winced at the bright light above her. It was taking a while for her memories to return, but by the look on everyone's worried expressions, it seemed serious. She tried to sit up, but her head spun.
Queen Alana saw her discomfort and held her down. "Don't move so much," she said. "Davien told me you used magic on a lot of the villagers. If you were in such poor shape, he should have told me. I can't believe he let you attend the party in such a state."
Queen Alana shot a look at her son, who was standing against the wall with his arms folded. His expression was serious as he looked at Bel, and for a second, her blood ran cold. Thankfully, this was enough to jolt her, and memories rushed in.