"Erran, Erran--Erran--" She was gentle, his face cupped in both her hands now, but she was confused, and it was clear in her eyes that panic was not far behind confusion. "No, I haven't been gone. I went to bed last night. Right there, with you on the other side of the wall." A beat. "I did. I went to bed..."
There were times when she couldn't remember going to bed in this place. That wasn't exactly uncommon. But the way she felt, so sore and weak, her legs and arms shaky... she drew him back with her to the bed, sitting down with a numb, fumbling kind of movement, not at all like Gemma's usual thoughtless grace.
"It's the next day," she told him. It had to be. They couldn't do that, just take someone and... Of fucking course they can. They took you in the first place. "Just the next day."