"Yes. That's definitely my husband." - she said with a bittersweet smile in Zoya's arms, as they helped her onto the bed.<br/>Somehow it felt so good. And very different from the help she got from Heath. It was a female's support, gentle and patient. It reminded her of the mother she lost so early...<br/>"Oh, I so love this dress..." Her fingers were groping it satisfied, even happy, dancing! "The one I was wearing when he... But it's rather personal." Elvra got embarrassed quickly, lowering her head.<br/>"The day when he proposed." - she said finally and sighed, taking a last caress on the sandbrown silk-like material with a carefree smile.<br/>Then she tried to rise on her feet again... and again her efforts failed, ending only in those damned tremors.<br/>"I'd say....... halfway. I<em>do</em>would like to try to walk.. but I'm affraid I'll need your help.. Zoya." She gave the spot where she was probably sitting a soft smile, taking and squeezing her hand. "Thank you for helping me.. Really."<br/>