Of three things she was certain. One-She was not dead. Two-She hurt. Three-She was very, very angry. Number two was currently the biggest concern she had at the moment. Fury lay in bed sore and stiff. She'd been ghosting around the room for the better part of three days waiting for something to happen. And then something did happen it was like she woke up, except her eyes were glued shut from lack of use. Finally, one upper lid popped free from the lower and she was able to see things from a more corporeal perpsective. There wasn't an inch of her that didn't hurt. So she just laid there staring with one eye up at the ceiling and once more resigning herself to her fate.

It could have been minutes, or perhaps it was hours before she finally gathered enough will to roll off the bed. She rolled and the bed sheets stuck to her back. The human body only had so much blood and to her eyes she'd lost about a third of it while her body was laying there awaiting her return. This was something she had always suspected, but had never had the desire or inclination to try it out. So, her theory had been confirmed she was not just ageless, she also could not die. Of course, this was more of a punishment than a gift.

Working her fingers, curling them one by one to her palm, then straightening them back out willing the muscle to contract and flex. Her manual dexerity was lacking, but there was enough for her to be able to open the door.

The inn was empty except for a smattering of people. But, one recently returned from the dead fallen angel was not about to turn heads, nor was the sight of her still bloody and shredded clothing. It was all par for the course in the Inn. Vanity was not her biggest flaw, but she opted to keep the bed sheet wrapped around her as she was certain that the sight of her back would be enough to make a child cry. Not, that she cared if there was crying, she just did not want any unnecessary attention.

Already pale, she was positively ghostly if not a ghastly sight to behold. She paused in front of a mirror, then carefully leaned forward so that she could unstick her other eyelid. A couple of testing blinks checking her vision before she turned to head out the door. There were no words spoken. Her anger was a on a low burn and would have to wait. First, she had to get clean. Second, she had to get to the bottom of this.
She could take her time.

Afterall, she wasn't about to go gently into that good night.