She shivered slightly from the feeling of losing the arms that had carried her all this way already. The softness of the blankets kept her moans of pain quiet as she bit her lip to be strong, noticing the watchers all around her. Closing her eyes, one could see clearly she was in a horrible condition, blood gore and slime covering her once well-kept and spotless robes. Now torn apart and leaving a slit covered by the cloak of the rogue. She mumbled softly as she looked up at the sky up above, seeing the last remaining stars disappear in the morning sun. She sighed deeply and lifted her hand gently, winking with a wicked, yet pained smile at the rogue that kept watching over.<br/><br/>"...Syramis"<br/><br/>She repeated his name, and closed her eyes, as her chest stopped moving it's endless useless action she never wanted to give up on.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>