Perhaps unconsciousness was more of a blessing. Dayana remained still until she suddenly jolted upward without any of that trained grace that she had embodied all her time on Ziost. Her hands caressed her arms, physically well but the scars from the explosion were still there.
"I can see clearer now," Dayana murmured, "But only just barely."
She composed herself afterwards and leaned into Shaisha's ear. "Now then, darling, what exactly is happening?"