What once was lost

Her body continuously trembled, but as he tightened around her, she would almost calm. The warmth seeped into her, and as she dried in his embrace, she could feel the cold seep from her veins. Slowly but surely. The hours of laying in the waves, of freezing to her bone and marrow, was easily reverted under his attention. Instinctively she would shift closer to him, just a bit but enough to remind her of the thrumming pain that echoed through every bone, every muscle, every tendon. She'd breathe brokenly, but her eyes were drying. He spoke again, his voice tender, chasing away all her fears and comforting her through this terror, this pain. "I..." She paused then, her brows pulling together for a moment before her eyes slowly slid open again, shifting to look up at him through painful slits. It was like some small light had turned on in her pounding head after she had calmed down. "Illie...I think...I th-think my name...is Illie..." She'd close her eyes then with a groan, her ears pressing back again. "I...I d-don't know anything...anything else. only black, only h-hurt." She'd whimper then, her throat so dry speaking hurt terribly. "W-wh-who are y-you?" She was beginning to think just a tad bit clearly, and she realized, in all her fear and all her pain, that she had no idea who this man was. Was she supposed too?

"Burn Baby Burn"