"Rr'ur'gghhhhhhhhh!" Was a very accurate way of summarizing her feelings at that exact moment, she felt.
Unfortunately it was also the best she could manage in her state right then and that state was one she did not care for in the slightest.
The only real, proper way for her to express how little she liked the situation was to glare blearily and petulantly at the wall to one side.
She could also be upset at the glass of water on her nightstand. It had done no wrong in the grand scheme of things, but in her foggy mind, it was culpable. Somehow, it was culpable in this terrible injustice she currently suffered.
Darrach and Fiadh were not, of course.
She wasn't delirious.
But that glass of water...
And the wall.
They'd.
Well, the wall wasn't doing anything, so far as she was aware, but she still felt that she should hold it to blame for her predicament and condition. She wasn't sure why. Something about it being an easy scapegoat, she decided, with her fogged-up mind.
