Nadezhda opened her eyes. She felt better. Or less badly, it all depended on the point of view. The intense pain caused by her injury had turned into a nagging burn, localized, and much more bearable. On the other hand, her whole body seemed to be cotton, insensitive to the cold contact of the rock. Paradoxically, she weighed a ton. The girl was unable to lift even a finger, despite several strenuous attempts. She finally gave up and looked to her left. Rempert, leaning against the wall, was looking at her thoughtfully while massaging his wrist. His skin, slightly tinged with blue, bore the mark of several fingers. The Insubmissive understood but didn’t remember that she was responsible for the incident. She swallowed with difficulty.
“I can’t move,” she whispered.
“That was not the case
