[That she maintains consciousness is a miracle. It's the barest, thinnest sense of the word: eyes centimeters short of shutting entirely, the rise and fall of her chest shallow as anything for nearly a quarter of an arn. After that, Aeryn sleeps. Without pain or noticeable struggling, and it lasts long enough that when she finally does come out of it, disorientation takes control of her senses. Makes the process abrupt and unfocused.]
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