the book of love is filled with... screaming?

As her breathing evened out, Luce slowly returned to her body instead of circling it somewhere above. Her body felt heavy and horrible. Once she was back in her own head, she felt like she immediately wanted out again. She groaned loudly and closed her eyes - dehydration and malnutrition had her head pounding. What would she have said to an Ashen wolf if they had come to her in similar conditions? They wouldn't have left her sight until she couldn't see their ribs any more. Why couldn't she bring herself to treat her own body the same way?

The shamyn continued to squeeze her eyes shut. The small goat horns that now were beginning to appear at the crown of her head only increased her alienation from her own body. "What am I doing to myself?" she croaked, a bitter laugh slipping out accidentally. Her throat was dry and sore from breathing in all of the ash. "Please help me," she murmured, finally giving herself up to his care. "Fix me." Her boundaries had been fully demolished.