The Weight of Scales Ch3: P8

Drake gently shakes Iris' shoulder in the hopes of waking her politely.
She responds with awkward sleep fighting motions. First, a weak-fisted punch is directed at Drake.

He catches her fist easily and continues to try to wake her. Her left foot comes to join the fight only for Drake to grab it by the ankle.

At this point, Drake is tired of having to defend himself. He leans down as far as he can while controlling the flailing limbs and shouts at her to "WAKE UP!"

Finally, Iris starts to open her eyes. Tears are still clinging to her lashes as she beholds an ominous shape looming over her.

(Hello my precious readers. I have returned. Thank you so much for your understanding during the hiatus. My mother's funeral was a heavily emotional day that took some time to recover from. There was some awkward moments, but I got through it.
Anyway- I hope this page finds you all well. We have Drake doing his best to be polite again while Iris' behavior baffles him. What kind of dream, or nightmare, could she be having to cause this? You and Drake will have to wait to find out! See you next time~)