Bre slipped her arms around him and hugged him tighter as she felt him sobbing. She pulled away a tiny bit and looked at him. "You never gave me a reason to not trust you. You haven't hurt me, I know your arm is healed, and who is Nephilos?"<br/>She looked a little confused as he continued to talk, but hugged him close and rubbed his back.<br/>"You don't scare me. I've seen Death, stared at him in the face. I won't die, Death can't handle me. He wishes he could take me." She huffed.<br/>"You don't have to worry about losing me. I'm alot stronger then I look." Her head felt heavy and she was fighting off sleep. "Ugh. I'm sorry, but I have to sleep, my bodys shutting down." She flopped over on her side holding her arms out for Helkior. "Come on, I still need to sleep." She was feeling a little better, but a long way from her normal self. She watched his expressions and sighed. "You are the closest thing I've had to a friend in a very long time." She muttered, putting one arm under her head, her eyes drifted closed and her breathing smoothed.