In only a short moment she was back to the soft seat she sat on in the oracle's room and she was coughing really hard. What sort of advanced punishment was this?
She opened her eyes and to see that same darkness and to discover she was not sitting down anymore but lying down. She struggled and sat up while still to cough out water from her lungs.
She soon felt a soft hand on her shoulder and the other gently patting her back. She shrugged the hands off as she tried to get down from the bed although she was scared that she was going to fall from another height by doing so.
"It is okay, you can stand," the voice of the oracle encouraged from behind her.
She moved away the moment she realized the oracle was so close to her. She was slowly beginning to hate everyone with magic and the way they made vulnerable people like her go through serious emotional torment.