The dull stomach pains had only increased as the afternoon went on. Soma grimaced as she entered her room, doing her best to ignore her nurse's sympathetic glances. That was the last thing she needed right now, considering who was responsible for all of this.

No eating or drinking, Lingormr had said. It made sense, considering her impending invasive surgery. She regretted not having the foresight to skip breakfast as well, but she hadn't touched her lunch. It would have to be enough.

She pushed her tray aside and instead concentrated on taking inventory. She trusted Lingormr, but even if things went wrong tonight, she'd just have to hold on until morning. Easier said than done, she supposed.