Amora stood in the hallway, forcing herself to walk away instead of reentering the room and tackling Tehvar. Her blood was boiling; she never experienced that before. He didn't get it. He was used to living pampered, not forced to do things he didn't want to do. It sickened Amora to think he could be ordering her around without knowing the consequences. She didn't want to watch people die, and she didn't want to hold the blade that killed them.<br/><br/>As she neared the steps, she began to think of how she felt earlier that day. It was the very opposite of what she felt now. Why was that? She turned around, looking back down the hall. He hadn't come to retrieve her. Deep in her heart she longed for that to happen, but it was shut away by other, harsher feelings. She still felt hot, like her veins were filled with lava instead of blood.<br/><br/>She began to walk back, to see if he was still angry at her, when the spell Valdemar cast took its full effect. The hallway lurched, it took everything to keep herself from falling. She held a hand towards the wall, balancing herself to keep upright. "What's...happening..." she gapsed, breath coming in short pants. Everything spun, making her feel very ill. Her legs couldn't support her any longer; she fell forward, a sickening thud that seemed to echo through the hallway. She hugged herself with all her might, a cold sweat dousing her. She couldn't understand what was going on.