Relief swept over Amora at that moment.  She had half expected the woman not to have a face or something like that.<br/><br/>So how the woman had been tranced blocking a passage.  As she now clung to me.  As she became more aware, returning to consciousness.<br/><br/><em>"Amora"</em><br/><br/>I respond to the other woman.  Acutely aware of her state and closeness pressed up against me.  It is the curse that brings the awareness.  It always whispers encouraging me.<br/><br/>I suddenly then in turn ask her name.<br/><br/><em>"You?"</em><br/><br/>What was she doing down here,  and how long has she been like that.  These questions would surge into my mind.