She has taken to wandering now, idly following the lines of the corridors without much aim, much purpose. It seems only right, when her own mind can't keep still, torn between two sets of memories that seem uncertain which is more real, which should stay. Between two fingers is a ring that looks valuable and old, but there is a disconnect in the way it looks (as if it should be something treasured) and the way she handles it (like a stress stone, constantly turned over and rubbed against her thumb).

So lost in her own mind, she does not immediately notice the presence of Serene, down the hall from the one in which she'd just turned into. In truth, it is the blood she notices first — a sharp, copper scent that the healer in her has grown to tune into instinctively. The gasping breaths she hears next — faint but ragged, grasping for life.

When at last her eyes see, she snaps back into this present time, a startled, "Miss Serene—!" escaping her lips briefly before she is suddenly tearing down the hall, dropping to her knees beside the other woman. The ring clatters noisily to the stone beside them, but it remains unnoticed by its owner for now.

"What happened —"