Ana slept fitfully and woke up starving, since she had not even eaten the night before thanks to events. She had managed to heal her bruised and inflamed hip and was glad to wake up and not feel the least bit sore.
After showering she looked at her clothes and realised it would be the third day of wearing the same ones. She cringed and sniffed at them appalled.
‘Well, since I can create forests I must be able to create clothes…’
She chewed on her bottom lip as she opened her bedroom door and walked out into the lounge room wearing nothing but a large fluffy towel wrapped tightly around herself.
Damon was already up and was fitting his cufflinks through his clean and ironed uniform shirt. He looked up and had a mini heart attack. “Ana! Jesus Christ! Put some bloody clothes on!”
Ana fro
