Fjorm curled up on the ground, her face twisted in pain as her breathing came in shallow gasps.  Sweat beaded her forehead, eyes open but unseeing.  She whimpered, arms wrapping around herself tightly as Kiren set her down.<br/><br/>As she slipped further into herself, more and more ghosts wandered the Courtyard, going about the daily tasks of their lives, ignoring both the living and the dead.  All but one, Eir, who laid down next to Fjorm, trying to console Fjorm, but unable to do anything more than lay down next to her and watch.