The next thing she knew, Arabella left the flickering of orange fire against the dark stone behind to frolic amidst the fresh sward that coated the soils of limbo.
The gaping wounds on her back gave off mere stings to be remembered by; mere tickles compared to the intensity at which they burned her skin in real life.
After taking the time so that her eyes could adjust to the lighting around her, the young woman settled down for a bit of rest.
The fatigue clutching her muscles followed along through the veil between life and death… A feat of a phenomenon.
"What have they done to you?" a warm breath grazed her battered back as the deep voice traveled to her ears.
A touch came after the words… Soft but still heavy though Arabella failed to tell whether it was the true weight of his hand or the weight of it all crashing down her shoulders.
"It would be better if you just didn't look at me," she did not even turn around to face her husband.
