Silver Moraine deceiver says: you belong to me

She awakened with a gasp.

Oh, fuck, I'm alive.

Any relief was short-lived; what little light reached the interior of the cave reduced her eyes to slits as the throbbing of her skull caught up to her. Every breath drew fresh pain into her body, and every exhale made her feel as if all the air had been wrought from her lungs. Her ribcage ached deeply where @Yikaas weight had fell upon her, her neck was stiff from their fight. Even her teeth seemed to be in pain — what kind of shit was that? She had clenched onto him with all of her might, while teeth stayed bound even in her unconscious state.

She wondered where he was now, working her jaw to relieve the tension. She could smell what she assumed to be @Anselm somewhere close by, and though their captor's scent still permeated the halls, his presence evaded her.

She knew there was no world in which they were unguarded, and she did not know if it was safe to even stand. She simply focused on her breath for now, measuring the seconds to calm her mind.