Black Morass timor

Burned bridges had left him here, aline, in a moment of need.

He was in pain--as their conversation continued, it was becoming more apparent, even to one who wasn't exactly the most selfless creature.

He invited her to ask him anything--and she bitndown a snipe about how these children he spoke fondly of were not here, by his wounded side.

Instead, a frown marred her delicate features. I dislike the idea of you keeling over dead infront of me, she spoke then, wondering what he thought about that. It seems traumatic. And probably entirely avoidable if you weren't being so stubborn...