The sensation of waking up was normally something Shara enjoyed. Coming back to the world after sleeping was like being rejuvenated, ready to take on the world. This time when she woke, she debated whether she had been struck by lightning, or simply squished, as every part of her seemed to both sore and burning. After a few moments of confusion, the fighting came back to her. At first, it didn't seem real, but looking around at what appeared to be a makeshift infirmary, the reality of it set in. She and all the mages had fought of a demon of some sort. A good many demons, if her memory served her correctly. Evidently they'd also managed to win, or she wouldn't be laying her with these other wounded. 

	Groaning as she sat up, Shara took stock of herself. She was mostly unharmed, aside from a bruise on her back from when she fell. She must have been healed somehow, or else not been injured further - but then why did it feel like she'd been through a meat grinder? Slowly standing up, she searched her makeshift cot until she found her satchel - thankfully that had followed her to this infirmary - and headed towards the exit. She was mostly halfway there before another mage, reading quietly in a chair by the door, intercepted her. "So one of the dead wakes! Knew they had me here for something, though your timing was rather poor, I'd been hoping to get some rest." The man pondered her for a moment, then nodded. "Yep, I remember you. Helped carry you in here with that elvish looking lady. You're lucky, you know. She said she saw you almost burn yourself out in that mess out there. Too much magic in a short time isn't good for you, makes you sick. From the look of you, you're definitely feeling the effects."

	Shara nodded at that, partly amazed that she had survived, and scared at how close she had come to - what exactly? - but burning out hardly seemed like something that would be a pleasant experience. There were so many questions buzzing around in her mind. A elf had brought her here? Where exactly [i]was[/i] here? How long had she been unconscious? What else had happened in that time? She posed those questions to the healer, Lucas, and gradually got her answers, although some of them simply led to further questions. They had activated a ward of some sort? What was a ward? Why was one there? Unfortunately, Lucas did not have all the answers she was looking for. Eventually, another mage came to watch over the wounded in his place, and Lucas went off to find a bed somewhere. 

	Shara left as well, following the new mages directions toward the library. Her stomach growled, and she searched through her bag, managing to find some of the fruit from the feast in the grove earlier. Some of it had been squashed, leaking juices into her bag - she would have to clean that, sometime later - but they still tasted quite good. The halls were quite dark though, evidently she had woken sometime deep in the night, so she conjured a small flame to light the way. The magic gave her a slight feeling of nausea, but it wasn't quite unbearable. As she walked, she examined the flame, remembering how she had reacted in the heat of battle. She had blinded the things by creating a light, then blindfolded them with a darkness of some sort, and looking at the illusory flame, she could see how the two interacted to form something else, the darkness, almost like a substance, flowed and undulated, giving shape to the fire, while light provided the colors and brightness of it. Curious, she pulled away the darkness, sucking it back into her, until only a bright light remained. She experimented further as she reached the library, and began searching the rows of books for some more information about wards, though there was so much she didn't know, she expected that simply opening any book would be enlightening.

[b]The amount of illusion Shara can maintain has increased.[/b]