Haze.
It was all just a gigantic haze the second Xanthippeia had first opened her eyes. She felt like a shell, like the shell of a discarded oyster that had been scooped out and eaten in a short period. Is this what she was supposed to feel after all this was done? Hallow and blank like she didn't have anything left inside her to give. Not only that but she could not for the life of her remember what had transpired. All she could vaguely remember was holding hands with Leodocus and his penetrating yet comforting gaze before everything went dark.
Now she was still laying at the altar but all the attention was not on her anymore, her head turned to the side and she could still feel her hand in the grip of another. Leo was still holding her but his grip was tighter and shakier than before.
