Zaida was sprawled across the floor her snout pressed down as she gasps out. "Out, out, get out of my mind..." Going silent before Giving a groan of slight pain. The wounds began to slowly (very slowly) heal and armor slowly, her eyes changing back to their original color regaining her vision and the voices in her head fading away but before long the hybrid was silent and still before drifting off into sleep.
The moon was setting and the sun began to rise, clouds over head and it began to snow ever so lightly