Arlenia had tried and tried to wake Colin up, all while attempting to get him to stay. The closer the big man came to consciousness, the more he would look at her with clear and utter contempt and revulsion. Each time, Arlenia would knock him back out until he was content, but would keep calling her Sanria. It wasn't working.
Still, Arlenia had to keep trying. She would keep him in the hut for as long as it took for him to know her as his wife. If that meant he had to stay under sedative for the birth of their child and beyond, so be it. Eventually, he would see the light and they could be a family. Eventually.
For now, Arlenia sat on the edge of the bed, watching the rise and fall of Colin's steady breathing, her heart heavy and her mind cursing the moment Sanria ever came back to life.
