The Sixth Day

"Fine," the drow known as Kronryn snaps, opening up the door again and ushering Shuushar out. "Fix her, now."

Hunched forward, the kuo-toa waddles out and kneels beside Faedryl on the hard cave floor. His fishy eyes do not close as he hovers his hands overtop of the prone drow and incants. "Come now from blu dark dream. Reblurn. Be anchored." He repeats, a soft glow falling over her unconscious form.

Faedryl can feel herself being pulled, as if by a broad hand, out of the infinite dark in which she has been floating, deprived of all sensation. Up above a pinprick of light breaks through the blackness. And her eyes flicker open to behold the unblinking eyes of a kuo-toa hunched over her.