[ Oh God, her head.

She's almost certain she's dead. She's dead, that whole ordeal killed her. That 'trial' was a sham and she had been helpless the whole time. She's still furious - at the queen and at Grigory and at all of Thorne.

But most of all, at herself when she wakes up here.

There was no ocean near that castle as far as she remembers. This whole place looks wrong and the architecture - wrecked as it seems to mostly be - far too modern. Did they throw her back in the well? Wasn't that supposed to drown her?

She peels herself out of the sand, soggy in her tunic with a symbol stitched into the back and pants, sandals missing. She lets out a sigh and starts walking. Absolute nothing makes sense but moving forward, wobbly like a baby lamb, still absolutely drained of energy and aching from head to toe. ]

[ Relena is not sure how long she'll be here or why she's come here, but she's going to take advantage of the chance to go to the cafe while she's here. Who knows when she'll see coffee and muffins again? Certainly not her.

She's sitting at an outside table by herself, trying to get a bit of much needed alone time to dwell on all that she's seen in the past few months of her life.

Until her chair vanishes beneath her butt and her coffee goes flying as she flails her arms up in surprise. She doesn't know where it's gone but... hopefully it's landed on the ground and not on someone else.

She makes a miserable sound from her new spot on the ground where she's landed on her butt, rubbing her lower back. ]

Ah... what on Earth? Was that magic? Is someone playing a prank? It's not very nice, you know!

[ Somehow, by someone (probably Heero), she's found herself at the Gundam cabin. She considers it a temporary stay, having decided being on this island cannot be long term. If she's really not dead, she has to get back. She can't leave behind the people who have helped her so far. She doesn't want them to think she's run away on them or worse, died during her trial.

After a long, long, much needed shower, she sits on the couch in the main area in her towel, face in her hands. She's still trying to process her situation and after months of little privacy around total strangers, she's not worried about modesty in her fatigue.

She's tired, absolutely destroyed. She had cried herself out while she'd had the water running and with all that release out of her, she's feeling boneless. She still hasn't come to terms with what had happened during that trial before she arrived here. She still has to come to terms with what was going to happen to poor Jon.

So she sits, quiet and leaning with her elbows on her knees with her hair still wet, the same symbol from her tunic appearing on her back like a stamp, large and blue. ]