She slowly became aware of sensations that were not torture. She realized that the torture itself had stopped. It was not that they had wanted to torture her, they just wanted her to rejoin the whole. In rejoining, she would share her experiences with the rest and become one with the rest, but she would also cease to be her. She would lose the individuality that made her Isis. She would be shroud again. She did not want to give up Isis. They clawed at her, tore at her being, trying to force her to succumb. Her love for her mistress was all that kept her.
Just before the torture stopped, something drove deep inside her, this specifically caused her to take time to recover. If it had lasted any longer than the instant it had, it might have undone her. Slowly she became aware of someone talking to her, stroking her, crying on her. She knew who it must be, but she could not rouse herself just yet. The absence of torture had become just inimical as the original torture had been. She had to recollect herself first. But she could sense her there, gently stroking her body and mind, patiently waiting for Isis to come back.
She knew not how long it took. But, when she finally awoke, it was to the joyous embrace, both body and mind, of her mistress. She was finally back where she belonged.