Shadow Mountain tell me what color the sun really is

She'd not needed to wait it out for much longer before his movements had stopped, and she'd been able to open her mouth so that a breath could escape. Beneath his motionless weight she'd shifted, though the discomfort felt had yet to fade away. Still, nothing was said in regards to his actions. She'd turned her head against his touch, looking towards the back of the cave whilst attempting to ignore him. Her decision to do so had quickly been forgotten when a silent apology was extended, however, coaxed into forgiving him with ease. She had not been permanently injured, which was all that mattered—as was what she'd told herself.

"Become my second," her words were sudden, spoken with a single exhale and in a hushed tone. He was there for a reason, and so she'd not let him slip away. By weighing him down with some sort of responsibility, she'd hoped to make him stay until death, for such was something she'd not been able to do with Noctura.