The entire room had filled with vines without her even noticing, a product of her fear in that horrifying interval; they covered the roof, the walls, the floor to where they were. By the time he curled up and the screaming stopped, she was crying so much that her eyes were swollen from it and her nose red. She looked like nothing out of a fairy tale, and she very gently touched his cheek with her free hand, without dislodging his hand from her wrist, no matter how bruising and tight the grip.
"Daniel," she whispered, voice strange to her own ears, her touch whisper-soft on too-pale skin that she was sure was aching everywhere it covered bone.