Back in Lee's apartment a certain witch, hiding her true identity, lays well and truly unconscious in the guest room she was given. As mentioned in prior posts, before laying down for rest she had searched the place top to bottom in the best capacity possible without tearing the place apart. Otherwise evidence of her search could be found. Alas she could find nothing: No cameras watching her, no wiretaps listening to her, no concealed magic circles of any sort, not even hidden explosives or weapons waiting for her to drop her guard in an effort to snuff out her life. However in doing so she did set off a few silent alarms, unbeknownst to herself, which Lee was alerted of while he was working...though he expected such an event and elected to ignore it at the time.
Deciding the place was at least safe enough for her to rest she did, within the bed and room provided to her. Yet this was no normal rest for the once powerful and proud witch, oh no, it has been a long time since she was able to sleep so soundly. A proper bed in an enclosed, sheltered space was something she took for granted before being halfway forced to sleep on the streets. Virtually unaware of the passage of time she stayed well and truly asleep until her body forces itself awake in reflex to the sound of someone entering the apartment, a negligible sound in the face of East Vedran's restless cityscape, but not to one who has lived the kind of life Celecia Willow has. Even more so, not in the wake of recent events. Acting on impulse alone she throws herself out of bed towards the door, sheets flung to the opposite side, making quite the ruckus as she plants herself on the ground and rips the door open, intent on the instinctual belief that someone is here to kill her. Freshly awake from such a deep sleep, no other thoughts even come to her mind as she already has a hand raised prepared to cast who knows what manner of spell at her would be assailant- That is, until she sees and processes Lee, in the split second before actually channeling magic for who knows what purpose. Her eyes and expression settle and relax to that of neutrality, or no...this is definitely the look of disinterest. Waking up in such a way only to be left with this kind of end result took a lot of wind out of her sails, that much is very clear, but before this disinterest her eyes were ripe with desperation, fear, hatred and a myriad of similar emotions...including the unmistakable glint of a killers eye, for just one instant.
She lowers her hand as her expression completely shifts and looks around as her mind clears, practically factory resetting itself to remember what's going on and where she is Oh- She looks down to her garments, which she had thrown thoughtless into the hall and now lay bare on the floor near her feet. I fell asleep...this is his place. With her would be casting hand now down at her side and looks at it front and back, as if examining it. If I had followed through that inquisitor probably would've tracked my magic...if he's even alive. Or maybe Maria... Clenching her fist for a moment before relaxing it again she looks back to Lee and whatever reaction he is having to this, and the very real fact that he was probably a split second away from being nuked by magic, before she begrudgingly decides to say at least...something. Halfway for her own benefit, for her to sleep like she did and wake up like that, there's a burning question she needs to know. "...how long has it been? I fell asleep...I don't see a clock."
