Ilsandra had forgotten how life on the ship at been. She had become so used to the peace she had woken up to, that the stark contrast of this moment where her eyes opened to the sight of Azrael's disfigured form made her more than sick - it was like she had become his captor from day one all over again.
It was a cursed nightmare she couldn't wake from no matter how hard she tried. Tonight was no exception. She rolled over as far as she could from Azrael who still snored at her side, but she didn't get far with how short the chain attached to the collar around her neck was. Ilsandra just barely managed to release her skin from his and let the little flow of air between their bodies be her liberation for the moment.
