Ariadne nodded to a pair of gardening shears, lying abandoned by one of her strawberry patches. She didn't much care for the idea of poking herself with sharp metal, but if pain was the variable, she didn't know what else to do.

Connor wouldn't pinch her. And she really didn't think she could pinch herself hard enough to cause any considerable pain.

And none of it would feel like being back in the cave. She knew that.