Sojo continued singing. His eyes closed only while he sensed she was still within her mind. He knew he could guide her back. He knew he could bring her consciousness out of its protective defensive mechinism. He strokes her hair. Hoping mentally that he could bring her out of it. He wouldn't give up. Nor was he leaving here without her. And not at all moving until she was back to normal. He sings still that beautiful and wordless song. It was a song that needed no words to portray its beauty. He was pulling her further and further away from the brightness and warmth. He was not letting his brother the Grim Reaper or Angel Of Death take his Sa-sa from him. He strokes her hair softly. His touch filled with his love for her. The love he isn't able to express and when he does isn't able to do so fully.<br/><br/>He felt her leave behind that place. Yet didn't stop singing. He wanted to be absolutely sure he had his Sa-sa back. He moves his hand over her as he sings. A couple of inches above her. He begins to take her pain and replace it with soothing ease. Taking her pain and hurt into and onto himself. He was having to do so slowly. He didn't want to hurt her. Yet he wasn't letting her stay in pain. He'd take it all. After all...he could heal much faster than his beloved Sa-sa could. He watches her open her eyes and them drift shut once more. She smiled and his heart skipped a beat more than just one time.<br/><br/>He smiles and ends the song not abruptly yet in a way it left it open for continueing on another day. In another time and place. "Yeah. I stayed. Why wouldn't I stay with my Sa-sa? My lucky charm. My hopes and dreams. And aside from that...what idiot would leave behind the most beautiful woman on earth?" he asks in a soft yet romantic way. "And you Sa-sa...are my only treasure. I value you far more than I could ever express in words." he says. Smiling and holding her there. "Shh...relax. Your body will regenerate its energy and its strength. At least here you can do so without noise or disruption." he says softly. He wonders what she though he would have done. He pulls her up into his lap. His beautiful white pearl wings still out. He was in heaven on heavens path. He could leave them out. He rests her so she was laying against his body. Head against his shoulder. The shirt rather torn and tattered. He would need new shirt at the very least. And held her in a sitting up position. Smiling as he wraps her in his wings. Folding one in and then the other. Those softer than silk feathers forming a cocoon of warmth and security around her.