For a second, her eyes grew a little sharper. When she looked at him, it seemed that she saw him again. Something flickered in her expression - a gentleness that made her gaunt face somewhat familiar again. She lifted her left hand and set it over the nearest of his that held her locked in place. She lifted her right hand and set it on his cheek. Her thumb followed his cheekbone softly.
She'd forgotten how cool he felt. She'd forgotten the texture of his skin.
"Aidan," and she said the name like she remembered what it felt like to have it embedded inside her heart - for better or worse, through the victory and through the searing pain. He was suffering now. She saw it. She heard the desperation. It was all so needless. He had to stop. "Let me go."