A delirious, yet seemingly sane Liv now blinked her eyes and looked at the sight of her daughter. There was no more hunger in her eyes. No more insanity. Just confusion.
"Mom?!" Astrid exclaimed, hope and excitement in her voice. She dropped the bag she was holding rushed over the the frozen Liv. She grabbed her mother's face and looked into her crimson eyes. Love and happiness overflowed. "Are you back with us?!"
But it didn't appear like Liv was listening. "M— My little angel…" she muttered, dazed. "I never believed… in a God, but… if we're both here… the afterlife can't be too bad…"
Then, her head lolled forward and she fainted.
"Mom?!" Astrid cried out again, looking a little panicked.
But then Erik came up behind her, grabbing her shoulder. "She's fine, Astrid. Just needs a little time to recover now," he smiled assuredly. "Remember, ghouls don't sleep. So when they recover, they have a little sleep to catch up on. It was no different for you."
