Terenia's human form lies, unconscious, on the dirt and gravel just outside the bar. She is face down, her blonde hair fanning outwards erratically. Efaen, fully unconscious, is deep within a nightmare memory. A series of images flash through their minds, then disappear, with little regularity.
Terenia, in true Yeerk fashion, is not entirely unconscious, but her body is beyond control and her own mind is lost in a sort of limbo. In some distant part of her brain, Terenia is aware of the sensation of floating. The pain is gone now, and that is good. She had morphed all of her injuries away, and the Vampire had not managed to sink his fangs into her. Or had he? The barely coherent thought flies away before she can fully remember, and she brushes it off. Regardless, the morph would heal any physical injury. She feels a vague worry about her vulnurability, lying inert in front of the bar, but that too seems to pass, along with the concern of being revived within the necessary two hours. Each concern that she can manage to conjure seems fleeting and inconsequential.
