Within moments of Damien leaping into the air Lilly's skin reddened and she seemed to develop a high fever. At the same time, the pain in Lilly's bones increased, searing her from the inside- she made a simple little sound, as of someone beginning to scream, but not quite having the breath for it, and then fell into blessed unconsciousness. Her body went limp to a degree that should not have been possible- her bones softened in Damian's grip, like iron heated to the brink of melting.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Lilly's consciousness drifted, flitting through memories twisted by the odd logic of dreams. People taken from all parts of her life were placed in settings foreign to them, injuries she remembered, and some she didn't, bursting and fading over her skin- at once she lay on a cold stone bed in a room without windows or doors, her sunburn being seen to by the stablehand whilst Damian stood at a distance, punching a wall repeatedly. At another, she ran through the treetops as a broken rib from long ago pained her side whilst Morgan looked on worriedly, his features mixing, melding and fighting with those of The Knight as he lifted and lowered his sword in turns, Krssk twining about his other hand as if seeking for a chink in his armour. Here, she was in the ruined temple, surrounded by corpses of all kinds while she drank tea with her etiquette instructor, the middle aged woman chastising her for not sitting straight while blood dripped down her back from the priest's whips... slowly noticing that the corpses around her where those of her family, the marks of the Knight's sword still fresh on them.<br/><br/>Twisting and warping, the memories spun about in a macabre dance of partial nightmares until, abruptly, they ceased, leaving Lilly floating in a field of white. It was odd, this place- a place she had never been in life. On the ground there was a coating of water, stretching off into the distance, and yet her feet were not wet- in fact, she did not touch the liquid, but was instead floating above it. She stared down into the pool of water, for there was nothing else to look at in this otherwise featureless place, and saw... herself, unconscious and being carried in Damian's arms as he flew north. As she watched, a single ripple forms, and then another. Looking towards their source, she saw they originated over top of the image of herself, where a scrap of black cloth emerged from the water. Slowly rising, it became apparent that the cloth was a part of a robe draped over a small human figure, two small feet dangling beneath the hem of the robe as it floated up to the same height as Lilly.