A Hand from the Apprentice
It has now been two weeks since the group's return from the Underworld.
The scars on Ally's body from the damage done by Kron's attack have already healed with the passage of time and a dose of her self-repair ability, and even though she never thought she would be traumatized by something like this, the trauma and pain still came knocking on her door during her most private and loneliest hours.
She began getting replays of what has happened in the Edge, as Kron effortless broke her down, all of the sensory inputs in her system sending out a mess of signals from one another, everything out of sync in time by just enough of a noticeable amount that the errors quickly accumulated to a crippling amount by the time her entire system is integrated back together.
With Jon by her side in the tent, all she did was shoving those mess of memories towards the back burner, but silently, it has been eating away at her computing power and devouring a part of her being.