She should. Do something? Maybe?

Her memory is fuzzy. There was a fog? She was flying, she had wings... then the ground and. Oh.

She died, didn't she.

That means Her gifts should be gone, and Her telepathic bond too. She reaches for them anyway, on instinct.

Well. The magic is still there. She tries to Detect Magic but the source of her magic, usually something she can feel quite clearly inside her somehow feels incredibly distant. She feels way too tired to try to reach it. Maybe she'll take a nap.

Yeah, a nap seems good. There is time. It's going to be fine, She will Raise her. And then punish her for her failure.

She... should... check... that... it's... safe...

She... tries... casting Detect Evil.

Nope, the magic is still too distant. Can she contact Her?

No, her bond is also unreachable in the same way that her magic is. Well, no use, she just has to wait for the Raise. It's going to be fine. She can trust Her Lady.

The Boatman doesn't interrupt her. She can wait as long as she likes. There's no hurry.

Well, not for her, at least.

The Boatman applies himself to the oar, and with a series of firm sweeps, the boat makes a slight turn, angling left.

A sharp black rock, jutting up slightly from the surface of the river, is briefly visible on the right.

This doesn't look like the Boneyard, and it sure isn't any of the upper planes. She's going to get Raised, so she shouldn't be in an afterlife yet anyway. Actually, according to what she studied she shouldn't really remember much at all? She's on a river, but the River of Souls is a metaphorical rather than literal river, so, what gives? And she shouldn't have any of her magic, and while she doesn't... there's still something there, which is weird.

She'll try to... sit? Sitting sounds fine.

Sitting up takes somewhat more effort than might be expected, but it's doable.

This puts her in a somewhat better position to see across the river.

Perhaps she ought to look somewhere else, instead.

Ok but surely it can't hurt to just look, right? She's simply trying to get oriented... 

Yes, it can.

It hurts like her worst memories, seen with a clarity uncommon in life.

It hurts like every wound from a broken, shattered body, each making itself suddenly known when that pain had been absent moments ago.

It hurts almost enough that she doesn't see anything at all.

She catches a glimpse of something she wasn't expecting.

But it hurts too much to keep looking.

Or even to remain sitting upright.

Or even to keep her eyes open.

What. How. Not even Her branding hurt this much.

She tries to heal herself on instinct, and feels a stab of - missing, longing, hole.

She's going to lay down for a while. Think about happy thoughts. The top of the clouds, the air on her face...

...lips, pressed against her own.