Warm and Tender

Sometime after Nyrielle enveloped Ashlynn in her sorcery, offering up her own strength to speed Ashlynn's recovery from her grievous wounds, Ashlynn found herself drifting somewhere warm and calm. Nyrielle's sorcery wrapped around her like a thousand hands, softly caressing her body and bringing soothing warmth as they drew out the strength of her healing gifts to soothe her body's aches and pains. 

Time slipped away from her in the warm, floating darkness where the only sound Ashlynn could hear was her own heartbeat and the echo of Nyrielle's heartbeat alongside hers. Each soft -thump thump- faded into the next, reassuring her that no matter how bad the battle had been or how severe her wounds were, she still lived and Nyrielle did as well. As long as that was true, nothing else mattered.