Tragos' voice caught her attention, and she gripped his hand, reached out to hold onto him, desperate in her agony. Everything was blood. Blood on Tragos, blood on the white robe, blood on the white carpet that hadn't belonged to her.
Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him. "Don't let me go-" she gasped, the pain all-consuming, overriding the morphine and the potions and the blessings.