A few seconds before Erik charged at Lilith, Elora was worriedly monitoring his body from inside his soul.
She currently found herself in a small pocket of Erik's soul, which had been cordoned off for her during the bonding process. It wasn't a physical space, exactly, but it was essentially her home. It was the place she felt most comfortable—even if she wasn't technically much more than a floating white blob in a white void.
To her, it felt like existing in the feathery soft form of her true love's constant embrace.
It's not like she was isolated either, because from here, she could see what Erik sees, hear what he hears, and aid him with the use of her magic. She didn't mind the lack of a physical body when she was in here, because she knew she could leave whenever she liked.
Besides, who'd complain about being carried everywhere?
