Lenore's arm stopped hurting in the Temple, but even the next morning, she feels a weight lingering, dragging down her right arm. It's like somebody came in during the night and encased her arm in stone. She knows that it must be just a figment of her imagination—her mind making the sensation seem real—but that's not enough to make it go away.
With a swipe of her hand over the bedsheets beside her, Lenore knows that Alaric has been gone for a while, if he ever came to bed last night to begin with. She vaguely remembers feeling him beside her during the night, but she can't be certain if that was real or just part of the haze that occupies the place between the waking world and dreams.
