The pain was still there from before, but when she touched her hand to her hair there was no sangre, and she steeled herself for more of these things, these visiones that she was meant to see for some reason. She tried to crawl to the backroom, where her candles were. Surely this should happen near her altar.
But the next one came, and she sat back against her heels, and she smiled. She shook her head, even with through the lingering pain. "Idiota," she whispered fondly.