Lissa could have fallen unconscious at any point, but when Ehvar left and mentioned that her inspector had arrived, her panic took hold. She could not hear what had happened outside the room. She was only able to wait and continue her struggle for air against the pain she felt all over her body. It was to the point that she really could not have guessed what was even hurt. Before, when Ehvar hit her face, it was just the one injury. Then they just kept adding up after she woke in her old room. Eventually, she lost track of where he struck her -- where she pulled too hard and hurt herself -- where he grabbed -- where he cut.
At some point, she left herself. She thought of how foolish she had been to have left on her own -- to have even thought she could have stopped Ehvar herself. What good had she done? But then she had to give herself some credit. If she had not acted, then what? Ehvar would have been gone from the storehouse by the time Desmond and his team found it. There would have been nothing to have led them in the right direction. More women would have died. It might have been foolish and reckless.. But her choice had worked, had it not?
It was Desmond’s voice at her side. It was Desmond who freed her from the restraints. As much as it pained her to move anything, she reached to grab for his hand through the blur of her vision. Then, when there were more voices, her hand squeezed more tightly. She could hardly make out what was happening. She gave something of a futile fight when she was moved. Soundless cries of pain left her lips. Then, suddenly, her hand lost its grip and went limp somewhere along the way. Between the pain and the shock, she finally lost consciousness.
At some point, she left herself. She thought of how foolish she had been to have left on her own -- to have even thought she could have stopped Ehvar herself. What good had she done? But then she had to give herself some credit. If she had not acted, then what? Ehvar would have been gone from the storehouse by the time Desmond and his team found it. There would have been nothing to have led them in the right direction. More women would have died. It might have been foolish and reckless.. But her choice had worked, had it not?
It was Desmond’s voice at her side. It was Desmond who freed her from the restraints. As much as it pained her to move anything, she reached to grab for his hand through the blur of her vision. Then, when there were more voices, her hand squeezed more tightly. She could hardly make out what was happening. She gave something of a futile fight when she was moved. Soundless cries of pain left her lips. Then, suddenly, her hand lost its grip and went limp somewhere along the way. Between the pain and the shock, she finally lost consciousness.
