Stark
Stark sat there staring at her body. He was waiting, always waiting. Waiting for anything to happen. It had been a couple of days since Zoey's soul had shattered and she had left him. After it had happened Stark had refused to believe that she was gone for good and had asked the nurses, who were going to take her body away, to leave her on a bed in the infirmary. Eventually they agreed and now Stark sat in a chair next to her head waiting for her to come back to him. Zoey just lay there breathing, her chest rising and falling, her heart beating but without a soul. Stark refused to leave her side, he would fall asleep ever so often but not staying asleep nearly long enough to be healthy. He sat there and watched.
Zoey
Zoey crumbled in Heath's arms. She felt the overpowering weight of sorrow and grief tumble onto her. Heath held her tight and murmured reassuring words in her ear. Eventually Zoey recovered enough to talk and said, "Oh Heath, im so sorry. So so sorry." Then realizing the whole situation Zoey muttered, "I have to get back! I need to get back to my body!" Heath looked at Zoey with sad eyes and responded, "I don't think you can and im sorry, you have nothing to apologize for, Zo." At that moment with a flash Nyx appeared beside Zoey and Heath. "My child to find your way back to your body you must dig deep within yourself and find the connection between your soul and physical body. You must follow that connection and you must know that you want to go back." As quickly as she had appeared Nyx was gone. Zoey looked around at her surroundings then back at Heath and said, "Ah, hell."