Damien was concerned at how pale Amara was and he ran her a bath, her whole body shivering as though she was cold, despite it being a warm day. She could be in shock, he thought, worried, and although she stood on her own two feet, she still looked blankly at the ground. He checked her wound. From all appearances, it looked like a minor injury, a small cut that had started to scab over with dried blood. He gently began to peel her clothing off, Amara offering no resistance until she stood there, in all her naked glory, as he tried his best not to look too close, picking her up and placing her into the bathtub.
"Amara" he said quietly, and this time he felt a glimmer of hope as she looked at him, blinking her big blue eyes at him as though finally realizing she was somewhere else and not
