Misunderstandings! Painless

Snow drifts built around the path way of the traveling trio, as the chilled wind blew past them, shooting through Xaneria's body like small daggers. Even in this moment of bitter cold, she stared down at her hand curiously, without distraction, as if it were the only thing in her view, her eyes narrowed as if strained from the light reflecting off the snow.

Something...What was I reaching for? Something seemed to be missing... something is wrong.

"Xaneria?" Elizabel's voice broke Xaneria's hard concentration as she quickly lowered her hand to the reigns of her Saber and looked up.

"Hmm?"

"You have been staring at your hand for nearly an hour. Are you alright?" Larimore chimed in, his voice as calm and gentle as ever, yet Xaneria's back chilled down the spine at his voice, rather than feeling at ease.

"I'm fine, I just... have this disgustingly omnious feeling about something bad... and I don't know what." Xaneria lowered her head in thought, finding her fingers running up to her temple. Touching the right temple, she rubbed over the scar and took a deep breath.

Elizabel and Larimore looked at one another, and pressed forward. Xaneria gripped the reigns tighter, trying to shake her thoughts, yet in the back of her mind an uneasiness still lingered.

Something really does feel like its missing... something seems wrong... this snow, these hills. Everything seems as familiar as my own body... and even that feels foreign right now. Somewhere in my chest, I feel this burning sorrow when I look at Larimore, and this longing when I see Eli... I'm constantly looking behind me... as if waiting for someone... who?

"Don't breath. Feel pain... are you even alive?"