[Nearly a whole foot and a half taller than her. A miracle she isn't already crushed. This isn't the first (nor does she expect it to be the last) time she wakes up with someone strange. At least she has enough strength in her to roll him off, but without enhancing her limbs with magecraft there's no way she's getting him out of the bed completely. Instead his weight simply thuds to the space next to her as she blearily attempts to sit up in the bed.]
What the hell is going on...?
[Her mouth feels dry, and her head is pounding. Perhaps if she wasn't so exhausted she'd be more concerned by the comparative giant in the bed next to her.]
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What the hell is going on...?
[Her mouth feels dry, and her head is pounding. Perhaps if she wasn't so exhausted she'd be more concerned by the comparative giant in the bed next to her.]