Sorins soft hands wrap around my shoulders and scoop me up from my knees.
Her scent smells of hiski and herbal tea leaves.
The colors in my line of sight darken, yet I can see her green eyes brighten.
It feels like I am floating on a warm cloud.
She carries me to the bed with an unnatural strength, gently placing me down.
Sorin begins to brush my head softly, a soft breath is felt against my ear.
With each tender touch, her mana is sent into my body in waves, very slow and gentle waves that make me tingle all over.
I don't hear the door open, nor do I feel a shift in the air around me, yet I know Heela has arrived.
I can feel her longing, as if it is my own.
A kindred spirit, as I seek silences, she seeks eternal beauty in all things within her domain.
Unfortunately, I am deemed unworthy.
I can feel it, like a chill across my feet while I am underneath the cover that is Sorin.
I have been weighed.
