Kalinda's brearhing was raggered, laboured. Each breath seemed like it was a burden, and she was coughing. Blood was staining her shirt, and her color was deathly white. She moaned as Griffin caught her, but clutched at him, perhaps her fear the only thing preventing her from losin complete control over her emotions. Even as Griffin lay her down gently, she let out a small whimper. Her wondering fingers found the handle of the dagger, yet she knew she shouldn't pull it out. 

Her hands fell back down to her sides, and she tried to control her breathing, but she felt like the dagger had damaged her lung. Better then her heart, she supposed. 

From far off, she seemed to hear the mad woman's response to Griffin. "I meant to kill her. But if you don't mind, I'll be going now" beginning to recognize the way the illusions fell over them, Kalinda could imagine the woman disappearing, who knew where. 

Alarms began to go off within the cabin.

The ship was falling. 


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