It wasn't pain, at least not physically. Though it hurt in an almost similar way. Her stomach felt as if it were in knots and her head, her head was much worse for wear. She'd been falling. He'd been falling. They'd been falling. Falling and falling forever. Somewhere in that everything had gone black, blacker than before, and she'd.. she was unconscious wasn't she? She felt cold, where ever she was, or what she was now, she simply felt cold. Cold all over. But the pain was there, running down the length of her limbs. She had limbs, a body, a head. She was limp though and in pain. But what was she, or where was she? And why did it feel so impossible to open her eyes. The groan that escaped her was as much from the pain as it was in frustration over not knowing anything.
Finally it felt as if she was lifting from that heavy pain. That ache. But not the cold. She felt like ice, but there was something warm and welcome against her, around her, holding her from the pain that had been there just a second ago. A voice. Aeotha squeezed her eyes shut tighter, but leaned against the warmth and tried to remember what it was she was doing. They were doing. The voice again. Finally she opened her eyes and the groan that left her was at the light it felt too bright. Aeotha cupped her free hand back over her eyes. Did he just accuse her of being heavy? He.
Skandra.
"Are you complaining about my weight?"
Aeotha opened her eyes again and squinting against the light she looked up at him.
"Where are the others?" She stretched out in his arms as much as she could, but her body felt as weak as it had a second ago. "Where are we?" It came back like a flood and her body tensed. They were in that sphere, weren't they? But it had never seemed this bright and looking past his face she saw the shapes of.. Her mouth fell open and Aeotha wasn't sure she wanted to know. Uaine.