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[b]~Cae Mayl~[/b]

As she touched the dying man's shoulders, her mind was flooded with an image as the cryptic mindscape of the boar's commander poured into her own. 

There, in the vastness of a foreign mind she saw the gargantuan face of the pale mask, surrounded by an endless void of nothingness. Bodyless, she still felt miniscule when faced with the ivory stare of the single eye inscribed upon it, the mere presence of the mask making her shiver. In her mind, Amy felt the commander reaching out to her, trying to tell her all he could and the muscles in her arm tensed as she attempted to do the same, trying to fight the intimidating presence and learn all that she could. Moments away from getting something like a name or a location from the thoughts of the man, the world [b]SHOOK[/b] violently and her vision was filled with a bright red color as she was cut off from the man's thoughts.

[b]DEATH[/b]

Amy felt the violent yank as her mind recoiled in fear, the violence of being inside someone's mind as they died seeping into her own mind as she returned. The finality of the moment carried a weight with it that no human mind could possibly bear, and even a half-demon like her suffered a whiplash from the experience. Her body tensed up and she gasped, her eyes rolling back as any strength left her body, if only for a moment, only Fionn's hold of her stopping Amy from falling over.

It took but a heartbeat until she regained her vigour, even if in her mind it felt like an eternity until the world began to make sense again. The distant touch of death lingered in the her thoughts as she looked at Fanilly, and a few long seconds passed until she mustered the strength to speak up, the image from the commander's head still fresh in her mind.

[color=bc8dbf]"I saw... I-I saw a mask, I think. Large and pale, it felt... cold. There was also one large eye inscribed unto the surface. Open, staring. I-I don't remember much else, the..." Amy hesitated for a moment, her gaze falling upon the now dead commander of the Boars before returning to Fanilly. "The [i]image[/i] faded before I could ascertain a-any other details. No name, I'm afraid. I hope it helped." [/color]

Falling silent and offering a small bow to Fanilly, she contemplated a long day's worth of emotions that were now swelling in her chest. She was more than happy to let silence become her new best friend until she could find a warm bed to sleep in and clear her thoughts. What had happened to her during the battle? Why could she scarcely recall any details of it, or even the encounter at the fort earlier? There was a thick, suffocating fog in her mind that needed to be cleared, but that couldn't be done until she was free of yet another graveyard's influence. So many lay dead at their feet... their pain and fear just as terrible as it was the first time she encountered a massacre, but at least this time she knew how to deal with them.

Feeling Fionn's anger as he loudly called out to Clarice, she was ready to leave his side and let the man fume (or argue) without the need to care for her safety, Amy found it quite hard to find her footing. She knew it wasn't uncommon to experience this sort of fatigue after battle, especially for inexperienced knights, but she never expected to barely be able to keep herself upright, or her eyes open. She was just about ready to pass out, more than happy to accept any form of help that could help her get back to her quarters, but for the moment she kept hanging onto Fionn for a while longer, not wanting to stumble and fall in front of everyone.
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