She grimaced. The memory fugue she’d gone into was probably the cause of her headache. An attack like that was rare, particularly these days, but when one hit, it often wiped her out completely, sometimes for a whole day afterward. It was so bloody unfair, being so exhausted by something she didn’t want in the first place. As if her memory had decided to horsewhip her, and then turned around and charged her body for the privilege.
