She leaned as far forward as the heavy iron collar would allow, the chain pinning her to the floor pulling taut with a harsh, metallic rasp.
Her focus was entirely on Noah, her voice trembling with an intensity that seemed to drain her remaining strength.
"All I can remember about my childhood are blurry images and darkness," she spoke, the words falling like heavy stones in the quiet of the dungeon.
As she spoke, her body shivered uncontrollably. The tremors started in her shoulders and traveled down through her chained arms, causing the thick black fetters to rattle rhythmically against the stone walls.
It wasn't the shivering of a person who was cold, but the deep, bone-shaking vibration of someone reliving a primal terror.
Noah, with his enhanced senses and his eyes fixed on the [Eye of Truth] display, easily noticed the physical manifestation of her trauma.
The way her skin paled and her breathing hitched told him more than her words ever could.
