Grey suddenly sat up, his eyes darting around. What just happened? What was going on?
He pressed a hand to his head, his mind feeling like it was sloshing around in his skull even separate from his brain. It was such a disembodying sort of feeling, almost like his soul had been ripped free from him and was just barely connected to his body by just the smallest of tethers.
'What the hell…'
Grey's vision took a moment to clear and he looked around to find that he was still in the cabin. Nearby, Esmeralda sat on a chair, rocking back and forth. Amunet stood like an obedient servant, serving her tea.
At least Grey thought it was Amunet.
The Amunet he knew was shrouded in shadows, covered so thoroughly from head to toe that he couldn't even quite see her figure properly.
