Lucas was worried about her. He heard her softly singing and was saddened even more. He wished he was not so weak. <I don't plan to leave you. I am too strong willed to die. This will just take me longer to recover from.> He says softly. Floating down and touches her cheek lightly. This was one of his stranger powers. A nearly solid astral form of his. He listened as she talked and stroked her cheek lightly. Listening in confusion as she started talking. She had never been more sure of anything? Something that was probably soon. he was so confused. He wasn't sure what she was talking about. Listening with wide eyes and then they went even wider. A flush crossing his astral form. <I promise I won't die. I don't plan to die. I will stay as strong as I can be for you.> He saw the river of tears and tried to stroke them away. Of course in this form they only went through his fingers rather than being wiped away. Listening to her singing. Processing those three most powerful words ever.<span style="font-style: italic">I love you</span>They rang over and over again in his mind. It was soon but he knew he felt the same way. Maybe there was such a thing as love at first sight. Maybe... He listened to her singing. He slowly faded as his extra strength to stay with her faded. He slowly dispersed neatly into dusty air before fizzling out of existance.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Leua was watching Lucas. Making sure to pump her energy into him. Little by little. She wanted the young prince to recover. Their father was an evil, evil man. Narcissa wanted the young prince for evil reasons. Not just because their father commanded it. The dark priestess wanted the young prince because he was handsome. Wanted to forcefully take him as her mate. Along with other more diabolically sinister reasons. She shudders just thinking about it. "Come back to us young prince. The slave lady and your high prince brother both need you. The ghosts need you. The okiya slaves need you. The okiya itself...needs you. Come back to us Angelus." She says softly. Sadly. Yes...ghosts can feel sadness. They can feel pain and sorrow. Only when it comes in extreme amounts.</span><br/><br/>Lucas was fighting against his weakness. His heart medicine slowly making its way through his system. His heart still racing and his breathing labored. He sighed mentally and tried to will his body stronger again. He was slowly making it work. Slowly getting his body back to normal. It felt like forever before his heart rate slowed. His heart began to beat more normally. Weakly like always but at a more normal rate. "Uhn...." He groans. His eyes slowly fluttering open. As he opens his eyes the world is shadowy and blurry until the world comes into better view once more. He slowly is able to sit up. "Uhn...." he groans out again. His body felt so very heavy. It took another ten minutes before he was able to stagger his way to his room. He slumped down just inside his room. He was so weak but he was so worried about Annie. He had seen how distraught she had been. He dragged himself over to her and lay next to her. His head resting on her abdomen. "Be okay Annie." He says softly before falling back asleep.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Leua floated after her stubborn young prince. Seeing him staggering and dragging himself towards his room raised confusion. Yet soon as he stopped in there she flew through walls. Appearing at Faust's side. "Master...your brother moved again. He went to his room and passed out again next to the slave girl." She says. Sitting in his lap. "What bothers master so much?"</span>