The lord forcefully groaned his hand moving around where he thought he had felt his wife's. In his head he formed the idea of what was happenoing hiw blind eyes opened wide with alert, His muscles tighten as he hears her stand and walk. Fear forcing his actions as despite the tries of the healers he stands on weak trembling legs the broken one making another shattering snap. He winces and sniffs the air slowly a small smile catching his lips as he talks Talia's hand somehow finding her by her smell he knew so well. His eyes were blank of his personality, non knew but he had blacked out the moment the snap occured. His body standing numbly on will and blind determination. His throat continually groaing... his voice was strangely deep and echoe filled with the crackles on his inner fire, it was not the king speeking but his will souly. "Talia... you ...ca....n ....do... it.... im righ...t..... her....e......" it speeks.