There was pain, so deep that had she been mortal than surely she would have died. After a moment, the pain stopped and she looked up.
Those pale hands were not hers, and her hair was certainly not normally blue.
She looked up and blinked.
It took her a moment to recognize the white haired girl in front of her. She seemed about Lana's height, but that didn't make seeing her face any easier.
That was her face.
But she had never had white hair.
She looked to herself and the other, at the changed pieces of a former whole.