The tugging wasn't as gentle as it had been. In fact, she cried out in pain when he latched onto one. There was a resistance there that they hadn't experienced with any of the other unravellings. When it was free, the memory came rushing at her, making her feel like she had her head underwater. It began as hazy, muddled. Much like she felt when she'd swallowed too many potions in an effort to forget the hell she was existing in.