Under the careful, gentle hold of her angel, Christine found the world, though merely a black abyss at this point, settling back into place around her. Still, the young soprano kept her head against his chest, using the sturdy, solid surface to keep herself steady and straight in his arms. Vaguely, the young woman was aware of the elevator doors parting with a muted "ding!" and then Erik's soft, always stealthy footfalls upon the floor as he took her the minute distance to his apartment.
The door opened with a quiet click, but they didn't head for the living room, which from her own apartment, Christine knew to be there. Instead, they headed towards the back and in a few more minutes, she was resting on the edge of the bed. Her eyelids fluttered open and after blinking a few times, her vision cleared or rather, cleared as best as it could considering her less than perfect eyesight to start with. Erik knelt in front of her, the warmth from his gloved hands burning through the thin material and she focused her eyes upon him.
"Yes. I'm okay now. Thank you my angel of music", she replied gratefully in a soft tone.