Lydia gasped, frozen in place with a look of terror in her eyes. Why was he holding a blade to her throat? Had she said something that upset him? Of course, she wouldn’t die from it. No amount of wounding can kill in this place. But it would certainly incapacitate her for who knows how long and the feeling of dying would forever be ingrained in her mind. So, she stood there, unable to move away, but certainly not daring to move forward. “Come?....come where? Where are you going?” She stuttered the words, her voice shaking.