Isadora watched Kraven, observing the slow rise and fall of his chest, and how his dark lashes fluttered as if he were dreaming.
It made her wonder what kind of dream he had. He looked so peaceful, fast asleep. The Witch helped give him something to relax.
Kraven hadn't had a wink of sleep for moons, and he hadn't talked to anyone until Isadora woke up. He isolated himself.
He was depleted after the battle at the Raven Court and never thought about his health. She was worried.
With sad eyes, Isadora stretched her hand, brushing some of the strands of his shaded silver hair away from his forehead, but they bounced right back. She caressed his cheeks, her fingers moving as her light weaves slipped into his head.
Her eyes rolled at the back of her head, and everything went blank.
Isadora stood in total darkness, there was not a spark of light to be seen. But then a sharp ringing sound came through.
