Helkior rushed over to her side. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" he asked, completely forgetting for the moment that he had his wings out. "Can I get you anything?" he continued, genuinely worried for her sake. A thought occurred to him then. One which he quickly shoved to the back corner of his mind.<br/><br/>~She would never agree to that, even if she<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>dying.~ He thought. Unfortunately, he didn't know if she was going to make it since he didn't know any of the advances in medicine that had come about since his time.<br/><br/>"You're going to be okay, right?" he asked. "I mean, I can't think of anyone who's ever been this nice to me before. so please..." he paused "Stay alive, alright?"<br/><br/>He was probably overreacting, but without medical knowledge, he couldn't know what was happening to her.