Talia had woke earlier in the morning to coughing that echoed off the stone walls of the castle like cannon shot. She's hurriedly jamming her feet into her boots, having thrown on a robe over her sleeping gown. Her black mid back length hair is frizzed out from the loose braid she done last night. It has come time to finalize her choice. Without her, he will die today.<br/><br/>She rushes past the butler, moving as fast her legs will carry her. Those who see her coming move out of her way, and those who don't get slipped past. She feels the heat wave instantly upon entering his chambers, thanks to the roaring fire in the man sized grate. Sya himself is shivering under a pile of blankets, looking like death warmed over. The maids attending to him keep up rubbing and pleading for him to just hold on when another cough sweeps through him. They only stop when Talia sweeps closer to the bed. She lays her right hand on his ice cold shoulder, speaking the words that will change both their fates. "Lord Sya, I will serve as your host."