What is dead may never truly die

Walk | Talk | Think

He gave up the fish, but not before offering her one of the growls that she enjoyed hearing from him so much. As it had been her intent, she smiled as she took the fish from him, a glimmer within her dark golden eyes, and lowered her head to set it on the ground. A paw was placed carefully atop it to hold it still as she fed, though before she bit into it she stopped, stared. Was she even hungry? Not exactly. How did this world work compared to the one that she had vacated? Would everything continue to feel sort of dream-like or would it eventually become the norm for her?

Because Bane was there and watching, she pushed the thoughts aside and bit into the trout, making herself eat in an attempt to fully immerse herself in her new surroundings. At least it still tasted good, though she wondered how much of that was part of her imagination and how much of it was actually the world influencing her. She licked at her lips between bites and felt her husband drape his neck across her own, his closeness momentarily distracting her from her meal. To think that she had been without him for a while...and was reunited with him now. It was so unimaginably strange. "Wait?" she questioned, failing to follow what he meant. But, even then, not understanding made no difference. She glanced at the partly eaten trout at her paws as she licked her lips once more and turned her head to try peering at Bane from the corner of her eye, "We could go now, if it would be preferable."