The headache throbbing in her temples, the tension in her shoulders, and the faint sense of desolation nagging her in the back of her head.
They were all because of him.
Because he was rejecting it.
And because she could feel what he was going through.
Her eyes fell shut as she worked to clear her head, focusing once more on the pain she felt in him. Her shoulders throbbed with it, muscles strained as though she had made the same uncomfortable movement over and over again.
She pictured him yanking against those chains and didn't have to wonder anymore.
She stared at the ceiling for a few minutes and then strengthening her resolve, straightened up in her bed and headed for her cupboard where she had last seen a small bottle of oil placed in a corner.
