wrap my arms around you

The pain was a constant thing. It was the only constant thing now, with the absence of Tenzin and the growing number of odd scents in the surroundings. Dawa could do nothing about the strangeness around her - only sit in it, wading through the scents and the darkness that clouded her mind. Stagnant and useless. A sound pealed from her then, mournful and piercing, but it caught in her throat when another sound broke the air nearby. She took a great breath and caught the scent of a stranger, but... The man had Tenzin's mark as well, despite the airy fading quality. As Dawa took another breath she gulped down a mouthful of herbaceous oxygen. It was time for her dose already? "You are not Tenzin," the woman remarked in her clinical manner, pearly gaze hidden by half-lids, "...but you have visited with him. Is he alright?"