After two rounds of Vlad came something utterly unrelated. Warm, normal, a child and their father. Love, so much love the room seemed suffused with it. When she came back to herself she was sitting up with her arms wrapped around her chest, eyes shut.
She held on to love and warmth and easy, untroubled thoughts as long as she could, basked in goodness and sanity and normality until there weren't even wisps of it left.