She drifted into a cold, dark, and hard place. All around her was empty. It was a void. She was alone after all of her work. After all she'd gone through... she'd failed to kill him. He'd killed her first.<br/><br/>It was odd, though... shouldn't the pain have stopped with death? She could still feel it, burning in the darkness. Though she tried, she couldn't even manage to cry out. The pain grew and grew until she was sure she would die.<br/><br/>Then, suddenly, it began to fade. The fire receeded, chased away by a flood of light. The light blinded her and she turned her face away, only to find herself looking into fabric pressed against her face. She pulled away to find she was being held in a man's arms. Before she could wonder about this, he lifted her and placed her on her feet. The world spun around her and his hands pulled free. She swayed on her feet, blinking in confusion as he melted away into the crowd.<br/><br/>she felt sick. Weak, and wobbly. Waving off the panicking crowd and offers of help, she staggered over to her cart, which was only a few steps away, and settled onto the back, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Who was the man she'd seen? Did she just imagine him? She looked down at the hole in her shirt, saw the blood caking her clothes, and knew she hadn't. Someone had healed her... and then just left? why?<br/><br/>Confused and exhausted, she reached for a canteen in the cart and drank deeply, then simply watched as the market slowly returned to normal. She was sure the city guards would be along shortly to question her. Of all the luck.