Disoriented, she stood up again and stumbled to the door.
Jenn looked around, disoriented again.
Disoriented, she leaned over to turn on the lamp.
Disoriented, she kept her eyes closed as she savored the kiss.
She paused, afraid of where this doorway led, and steadied her breathing before stepping through, at once disoriented to appear in a small kindergarten class.
Disoriented, Rhyn glanced down and pulled the syringe out of his thigh, where the angel had stabbed him.
Disoriented, she blinked to clear webbing from her gaze.
After Cynthia came out and administered a cold face cloth, Edith seemed somewhat better, enough to decline medical attention, though she remained disoriented even after reaching Ryland's small quarters.
Rhyn uncurled from his position on the cold, wet ground. He hadn't meant to fall asleep and didn't expect ever to wake up, not with the magic tearing him apart. He looked around, disoriented. The magic in his blood had stabilized as it did when Hannah and the angel were around, yet he didn't see them.
Jenn pretended to be more disoriented than she was, wanting to catch him by surprise and Travel before he caught her.