Myrin stretches his legs and steps down from the bed, before stumbling a little as his chest wound begins to bleed again, sapping away his strength. He walks over to Rina and stands beside her looking out at the night sky. "Its beautiful isn't it, he says gently nudging the girl's shoulder, my kind believe that when we die our spirits and bodies become constellations in the sky for all to see, right now all of them are there except one. That one is me, I have been robbed of my people, only to never see them again, for I am immortal and therefore shall never die." With that Myrin begins to weep and his tears falls on his coat, before running down his chest and healing his wounds.