149 A Mighty Steed?

Aella forced her body to move, sitting on the bed's edge and staring at Arad. Like all elves, they don't sleep. They spend the night meditating with their eyes closed. She doesn't feel sleepy. This whole night she was out of exhaustion.

"That potion did a number on me." She growled. "As if I drank a berserker one," She sighed, standing with shaking knees.

With wobbling steps, she moved to the kitchen and went outside to bring water from the well. She stopped midway, realizing she was still naked, and had to get back inside.

After a quick shower with cold water, Aella felt better, yet all her limbs screamed. "This reminds me of the early days of the elven archery training," She sighed, sitting on a chair.

Aella's hips jolted, and her stomach ached. "Arad didn't go easy on me. What did that Gracie potion do?" She walked to the bedroom and took the potion from the ground. Bending down was more painful than she expected.