Lion Head Mesa you're like a parasite, but you keep me alive

Nazli relaxed some, with him there.
Of course she had little energy for anything else; and the softness of his voice lulled her to something close to sleep. Already weak, the struggle to stay present became too much. She could hear him as she drifted off —
wanted you — come back...

The only reply he would receive was the quietude of her breathing.