Brinn drifted for a few moments, all fear and other emotions drainimg away.  She may have been about to die, but at least she was comfortable. She sighed, smiling dreamily, and turned toward the man holding her. He was warm and soft, and she was so tired...  She began to feel a new warmth spread over her, and knew that this was the end. She couldnt say that she minded. It felt too good. Peeling her eyes open, she found her vision had cleared. She could see the armor of the man killing her. It was oddly familiar...where had she seen it? Her head rolled limply on his arm as she moved to get a look at his face. It was the knight.  She recognized his face, and gave a little chuckle.  Lifting a hand, she laid her palm over his cheek. If she was going to die, she might as well ignore what she knew she shouldn't do, and do it anyway. She stroked her thumb over his cheek and smiled.<br/><br/>"You're awake..."she slurred.<br/><br/>Then as reason returned, she frowned in confusion. Rolling her head on his arm again, she looked atound, looking for the other man, the one who had been attacking her. He was gone. She didnt understand.  Blinking heavily, she struggled to think clearly. She could make no sense of what little she remembered.<br/><br/>Her throat was incredibly dry, so her voice was barely a croak as she asked, "wh-what... Happened?"