Stirring from her sleep, Issanalyn yawns and stretches her arms and legs. Moving to the edge of her bed, she gets up and pulls the makeshift curtain that her brother had made for her in their room to the side. Though she had protested the idea, Zyran had insisted that she had her privacy.
It's not like we haven't lived together all our lives or anything... She thought bitterly as she felt like Zyran still tended to be overprotective of her, despite her repeatedly telling him that she would be okay. Putting that thought to the side for now, she checked her HUD and saw that it was still pr