A female voice speaks, sounding heavily in pain. Few of the Lance would recognize the speaker, though many would perhaps understand the archaic Italian she speaks in, characteristic of the Contari aristocrats.
Ugh. This is Elaria. I've just woken up in the damn hospital. The doctors tried to keep me down on the bed I was on, but I managed to push them away. I found out that I was in a coma. Not a one of the damn doctors here speaks proper Italian, and I can hardly understand their disgusting lower-class tongue. Where is Alessan? If he is hearing this, I demand you come pick me up and take me to our family's facilities, not this... backwater peasant hospital. I want to know for how long I have been out, I want to know what has happened in my absence, and more importantly, I want to know what induced this coma in the first place.
After a brief pause. I am... eager to return my duties, but I fear that my recovery will take a while yet. My vision is somewhat fuzzy, and I am certainly in no condition to fly at the moment. I am feeling poorly. I want someone to explain what has happened. I'll attach the coordinates of the hospital I'm at to this message, though I assume whoever put me here already knows where I am, but one can never be quite too careful. I am looking forward to seeing a familiar face again. Very, very much.