In the corporeal world, he was on top of her after having removed her clothes, sucking on one nipple and twisting the other one softly between his fingers. The pain began to fade. Gradually. Infinitesimally. But it was a start. He stopped playing with her breasts and moved his right hand downwards, curling two fingers inside her and circling her clit with his thumb. He breathed a deep sigh of relief when she started moaning. He was constantly dreading the moment when perhaps all of this would stop working. The moment when they would be left with nothing but an infinite abyss of pain, horrible memories, and a guilty conscience to keep them company for the rest of their lives.