Lost in the Ether’s caress, Desa could easily ignore the pain of her burns. She was safe in a quiet room one floor down from Prelate’s office. It was all particles to her, not that there would be much to see if she were using her eyes instead of her mind. Just a wooden chair and a table with one window for light. She had ignored the chair, choosing instead to sit on the floor with her back against the wall.
She didn’t try to Infuse anything; she just let the Ether bathe her mind in awareness. The sting in her arm and her leg, the burn on her cheek, bruised ribs and skinned knees: it was all there, and it was all fading. Slowly. Another hour, and she would be well enough to move around with only minor discomfort.
There wasn’t much to do but sit here and wait; so, she let her mind wander.
