She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, thudding slowly as she closed her eyes and dropped the glass vial on the stone floor. It shattered, she assumed, but she only heard the shards splintering when it collided with the stone, not bothering to open her eyes again. Nerissa inhaled, she could feel her flesh stitching itself back together slowly, like a spiderweb being rebuilt by a spider after some clumsy human tore the spider’s masterpiece apart.
Nerissa moved her lips, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” she spoke, but her voice was so soft she could hardly hear it herself. As far as Nerissa was concerned at the moment, she could feel her wounds healing, and Ne’Os had provided her with the sticky red liquid which had activated the odd healing process.
It took Nerissa a few moments to get her mind to think about something- anything other than the fact that her body was being mended, and when she finally did, surprisingly, her thoughts weren’t very logical at all, “Please,” she replied to Ne’Os, only just then reopening her eyes.