Hideaway Strath You think you are

she felt like she was falling. or perhaps melting.
just as that darkness wanted to take her again, Kynareth seemed to teleport to her side.
words lost in the haze of pain. confusion. she still wasn't sure why she was attacked.

his touch. warm. hard. soft. cold.
all at once and yet in all the different places.
she leant into him a bit too much. wanting more warm. wanting him.
"hurt," she mused quietly to him. he already know but...hm. his words are soothing. gentle. but they were indeed nothings.
happy ideas, happy thoughts. another day, she might have hope, but not today. not now. 

a song flitted through the air, piercing through the thundering in her skull and making he ever so heavy lids lift to alight on...her.
Sasha's head reared up, adrenaline flooding her system as she tried to spur her body to move. the lethargic blur prevented her from doing so, and really only resulted in her collapsing more into her husband. ex husband. ah, he wouldn't know that she still claimed him right now or now. or care.

a soft whine pressed from her throat. fear. but what she was doing...her head. oh, that wasn't her head. it was someone else's. Sasha could only watch on, muted for now. the soft voice soothing. Kynareth reassuring.
a concoction was presented to her.

heterochromatic eyes glanced to the Grandmaster nervously. but he seemed calm. assured.
Sasha dipped her head to the medication, taking it all. assuming that was what was wanted of her of course.