Rhys let his conscious mind drift, so not to dwell on the
discomfort. Even though his body was trapped light years away,
twinges from his physical self produced a phantom pain that
resounded in his empathic essence.
How long had it been? With no way to mark the passage of time, he couldn’t even begin to guess. He missed the vivid colors of fresh green and growing things, the salty taste of the stew his brothers had eaten nightly, the coarse textures of the robes they wore while in training. Other sensations seemed even dimmer, barely within his grasp.