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With monumental effort, she pried open one recalcitrant eyelid just enough to let some light filter through her lashes and reach overly sensitive eyes. She winced even in the low, silvery light of the room. That was as good as things were going to get for now.
It took a long time before her half-lidded eye would cooperate and focus on anything at all, and she struggled to bring into focus a world that was just a blur of wet eyelashes and a wash of dull colours cast in shadows. Elsi wanted to know where she was, but she couldn’t really see much of her surroundings because something bulky seemed to be in the way. She blinked away the moisture from glazed eyes and found that she could finally make out most of the bleary shape in front of her face. It was a person.
Now, Elsi did have a human heart, and she was pretty sure it stopped beating.
Her reasoning skills were slow and dulled, but this, this low voice, silky yet grating, this face in front of her… she knew. And she feared.
The knight waited to let the situation sink in (the witch was known for being a bit dull at times) before he punctuated the greeting with a slight upward tilt of his head and quick forward motion, and planted a moist kiss firmly on Elsi’s lips. He pulled back to observe the results of his actions, with a wide toothy grin, one that was both happy and vicious.
The young woman’s mouth opened and she gasped. Her brain was in total gridlock. She didn’t even have the sense to wipe the demons glistening saliva from her lips. The utterly surreal and entirely unwholesome situation was just too much for the already overtaxed body and mind of Elsi Rhoads and she did what any young, hot-blooded female warrior would do in her place.
She passed out.