When Belladonna woke up, the face she saw hovering over hers was the one she wanted, but it was gone soon enough and all she could see was an undead warrior.
She smiled still. Smiled because he came back, smiled because she knew it was him.
He apologized for leaving, he appeared extremely worried to have met her in the state which he did. He had wrapped her hand with a piece of his cloak and that must certainly have an effect on him, she knew.
She wasn’t angry; anger wasn’t even close to anything she felt at the moment. It was an odd serenity.
Too peaceful.
He wanted her to take him to her friends and she nodded.
Alaris. She must see him.
“Your hair glows slightly and one of your eyes has dimmed into silver, are you alright?”
