Selene lay there motionless as Seth cared for her wounds. It was such an odd thing to need this sort of attention. Six hundred years without broken bones needed set, gaping wounds in need of stitching, to feel the bandages pressed against her skin was rather surreal.
Her eyes lit up as the image appeared. She smiled at the beautiful silver city that emerged from the box. "It is beautiful. Like a dream." Selene mumbled in a tired voice.
"Drake....he....he is the..." Her head lulled to the side sinking into the pillow. "Stay away from him...dangerous." The beautiful image and the sweet music were making it impossible to stay awake.