Nakir blinked his eyes once, a tear was trailing down his right cheek but the memory had continued.
*He made quick work of the bondage that kept Gadrial on the slab. 'Why wasn't she making any sounds?'
He was getting worried, his heart had been thundering in his chest since he dropped the whip. He couldn't believe that the Creator had called this as her punishment.
"Is this what freedom feels like?" Her words he had taken to heart and it will remain with him; always.
"Gabby?" He said her name softly, but she didn't give him any indication that she had heard.
His hands reached for her and he picked her up from the slab and turned her around slowly, a small groan of discomfort escaped her lips.
'She is alive!' He was happy to hear her voice, he then turned her around and cradled her body to his.
