Looking up to his glowing fel eyes, the only thing she could see at that very moment, she tried to flutter her eyelashes in an attempt to stay awake. Her lips were dry, nonetheless she bit them before whispering back to his concerns.<br/><br/>"Y-yes... B-but..I-I cant lift my hands..." Her fingertips, now exposed as she had ripped of the soft white gloves that were lying besides them in the muddy ooze mixture, were sparkling softly. They gave the impression of how hard she was trying to heal herself, to try and fix the gaping wound in her body. It had ripped open her dark-bloodied robes, right between her ribs. Blood dripped softly down the corners of her mouth, her whispers almost blowing bubbles of the sickening dark colour of life. As he held her in his arms, she felt her long hood falling backwards, her blue hairs waving over his wet leather garments as she lay exposed and wounded in his arms.<br/><br/>"A-are they all g-gone?.. " Her voice sounded more reassuring then worried, her lips curling up in a proud smile. "Y-you killed them all! Y-you s-saved the city..." By then she closed her eyes, the light softly dimming away in her deep sockets. She clasped onto one of his cloaks lying over her arms, trying to hold onto him with her last remaining strength.<br/><br/>"N-need... h-heal.."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>