Ok, so maybe this time will be different after all.

Her fingers are curled tightly against the cushion of the chaise, and when Devigny is suddenly no longer pressed against her, she freezes, not sure if this is some sick trick or if she's being granted a reprieve for once.

Her name breaks her free of the ice and she turns to see Colin standing there, and Devigny struggling futilely against magical bonds. Back to Colin, like she doesn't believe he's real.

"Colin. You... h-he..." She covers her mouth with her hand and sinks to the floor, doing a poor job of stifling her sobs.