A bright light

You should still be hunched over, staring at the cold stones, but instead your vision is filled with a warm, bright light coming from above you. You raise your head and extending from the source of the light is a hand reaching down towards you.

Everything else seems to have faded away as the hand extends closer to you. Even the sounds and smells of the fallen sisters around you and throughout the abbey have disappeared, drowned out by the warm radiance in front of you. The only evidence of your previous predicament that remains is the sword still embedded in your torso. As your thoughts return briefly to the sword, however, you realize that the warmth from the light in front of you has already penetrated to your very core, replacing all sensations with a calming warmth. Even the flesh around your self-inflicted wound is whole again.

Suddenly, a voice booms from all around you. "Congratulations, young Paladin. You have shown great bravery in your time of trouble. However, the war against Thoros and his armies has just begun. Take my hand and receive the strength to continue the fight!"