Her bones ached as she moved, but had regained the flexibility needed to prop herself from the floor in a silent hurry. Nude form shivering from escaping the blanket, the angel gazed over the sleeping man who had destroyed and took her in so many ways the night before. She shook her head, teeth gnashing on her bottom lip while tears threatened to return. The memories ran strong in her mind, now able to see things clearly without being clouded by agony.<br/><br/>Soft footsteps lead the woman to the bathroom, the taste of blood had remained and turned bitter from the night before. Dried crimson remained where it had coughed up, having turned into dark brown flakes that irritated her flesh. While the thought of a shower had crossed her mind she still wished to move quickly, opting to wash her face to rid herself of the destructive stains. The towel she would use to dry herself would then be wrapped around her exposed body, bringing some sense of security before her hand hovered above the door handle. She waited, stuck in thought while her chest ached.<br/><br/>Was this normal? For a human to abuse immorality? Never had Roan shown such violence before, but he also took her life without being aware of her 'gift'. A shudder left her lungs, choking out with a small whimper of worry. She couldn't stay there, at least not for that day, it would be best to hurry to her room and prepare to leave. Maybe he would be done with her, but even so the thought managed to grip her heart. Why, after the torture he brought upon her, was he the center of her heart?<br/><br/>With deep breaths to try and keep herself calm, Iris opened the door to leave the bathroom. His face was the first to catch her eyes, and a sharp gasp escape as she stepped back into the small room with an attempt to close the door once more. Panic gripped her as she acted on reflex, once more feeling the remaining pains of her injuries as prayed to a careless God to have some comfort that morning.