As you gently comb through her hair, Mortania meets your eyes in the mirror. Her eyes a deep, warm brown, the same color as her skin, and they always startle you when she makes eye contact. But it makes Mortania's eyes no less beautiful. "Are you feeling better now?" Mortania raises an eyebrow. She's referring to a strange illness that you had contracted. It had made you extremely hot to the touch, and you could do naught but shiver. And you could be awake no more than a few hours a day.