Fire. Evil. The stench of foul magic swirled in the elf woman's mind, teasing her, taunting her as she swam towards conciousness. The twin lances of burning, leeching, sensation was the first she was physically aware of, then the uncomfortable jolt of wood against her body, and the chill that comes only from having no covering. Stronger, physically, due to her 'rest' Lauralana's green eyes fly open, and a hiss is given as she was fully concious and the drain of her magic was felt, as if a slow tendril was being pulled from her body through her breasts.<br/><br/>Her hands raise, at first unaware that there were others, to gingerly touch the rings that now adorn her nipples, the pads of her fingers burned enough for her to yank them back just from contact. That would be the reason for the fiery pain atleast. Then she slowly brought into focus the surrounding area, and sees Tristan. Without thougth she reached for her magic to cloth herself, to shield her body that had been so previously unseen by a male, and the slamming of the invisible shield caused her breath to be stolen.<br/><br/>With a sob she turns to her side, pushing herself up as she draws her knees closer to her, her hand pushed through her ragged silver hair. "Why." Green eyes meet his, her face less pallid but no less tortured as she realizes what he must have gone through.."How....How did you miss the portal...You and ..and Ana..should be gone..Garreth?" Her hand reaches to stroke Ana's hair, Ana's own eyes opened and the mute bliss seemed to be burned into her eyes. "She is ...she is HIS now..."