[ If K'thisru doubted that it was possible for one's world to explode into nothing but pain, now she no longer doubts that. The unexplained, unwarned pain that lanced into her head and her sister's pales vastly in comparison to the sea of pain she is currently swimming in as her body struggles to pull her out of sleep and back to awareness. ]
Ple- [ A strangled plea that remains incomplete escapes her, but the fact remains that she does not wish to awaken yet. Never mind that the terrible images that are flooding her mind are bad enough that she should wish to escape them, but she is just so tired that even the thought of being awake is too much for her.
In her mind's eye, she sees Zenos goading them with taunts, but she still extends a hand to her sister even in the midst of this battle. But there is another man too, another man who she thought had been a help to her and was even beginning to see him as a friend. But now... What is he?
A cry bursts from her then as pain sweeps over her, and she presses a hand to her face, over her eyes, and she turns wildly on the bed, legs curling up almost to her chest as if something is hurting them too.
Dimly, in the midst of her disturbed sleep, she hears a familiar voice but she cannot make out the words. A hand rests on her shoulder, but it does little to soothe her just yet.
The passage of time seems to fade, but so does the pain, at least to a more manageable level. And soon enough, K'thisru's eyes begin to flicker and slowly slit open. Panic lances through her and although she is barely capable of moving so soon, she presses a hand down on the bed and tries to rise.
Another hand covers hers, a far wider one, stronger and firmer than her own, and she registers a hand on her shoulder, gently pressing her back down to the bed. ]
You must rest for some time longer. But lest you fear, both you and your sister are safe. [ The voice is solid and unwavering, but there is a clear note of emotion contained in it, as if the speaker feared the worst for the two girls lying in their respective beds. And as he looks at the other sister who still remains senseless, his fears have not yet passed.
And for a few more moments, K'thisru cannot form words to reply, but after another minute or two passes, she manages to hoarsely say one thing: ] Lantaa?
[ It is not a fully formed question, but her concern, as always, is for her sister's well-being. Once she has been reassured of that- gods, she has to be all right... Then she will inquire about the others she still worries for and ask for an explanation of everything that has happened. ]
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Ple- [ A strangled plea that remains incomplete escapes her, but the fact remains that she does not wish to awaken yet. Never mind that the terrible images that are flooding her mind are bad enough that she should wish to escape them, but she is just so tired that even the thought of being awake is too much for her.
In her mind's eye, she sees Zenos goading them with taunts, but she still extends a hand to her sister even in the midst of this battle. But there is another man too, another man who she thought had been a help to her and was even beginning to see him as a friend. But now... What is he?
A cry bursts from her then as pain sweeps over her, and she presses a hand to her face, over her eyes, and she turns wildly on the bed, legs curling up almost to her chest as if something is hurting them too.
Dimly, in the midst of her disturbed sleep, she hears a familiar voice but she cannot make out the words. A hand rests on her shoulder, but it does little to soothe her just yet.
The passage of time seems to fade, but so does the pain, at least to a more manageable level. And soon enough, K'thisru's eyes begin to flicker and slowly slit open. Panic lances through her and although she is barely capable of moving so soon, she presses a hand down on the bed and tries to rise.
Another hand covers hers, a far wider one, stronger and firmer than her own, and she registers a hand on her shoulder, gently pressing her back down to the bed. ]
You must rest for some time longer. But lest you fear, both you and your sister are safe. [ The voice is solid and unwavering, but there is a clear note of emotion contained in it, as if the speaker feared the worst for the two girls lying in their respective beds. And as he looks at the other sister who still remains senseless, his fears have not yet passed.
And for a few more moments, K'thisru cannot form words to reply, but after another minute or two passes, she manages to hoarsely say one thing: ] Lantaa?
[ It is not a fully formed question, but her concern, as always, is for her sister's well-being. Once she has been reassured of that- gods, she has to be all right... Then she will inquire about the others she still worries for and ask for an explanation of everything that has happened. ]