Shouldering your burdens

"Winters!" Roman, who stood outside the dorm, called Julie while she continued to float just above the surface of her bed. Her arms and legs were relaxed, and her head was thrown back, unaware of what was going on with her. 

"It is the after-effects," came someone's voice a few steps away from where Roman stood. His eyes were quick to snap and look at who had just spoken—a man with dark hair, a black cloak around his body. "Cillian Blackburn," introduced the man to him. 

Roman's eyes narrowed, as according to Julie and Mr. Evans, the Corvin couldn't be resurrected, and he had died. But at the same time, there were patches of mud on the man's face, mud that belonged to Willow Creek. 

Without another exchange of words between them, Roman quickly grabbed Cillian's collar and demanded, "Why is her body reacting like this?"