Even with the succubuns' eyes screwed tightly shut, the world is far too bright. Disconcertingly bright. It's tempting to claim that the agonizing light is the source of the bone-deep illness that creeps beneath their skin, like a migraine that's become existential, but instinct insists otherwise. It's something more than that, something that borders on the unknowable.
Ione eventually dares to open an eye. Largely to assess their situation, but also to check on their friends. Though so...
