The Empresses soothing mental touch comes soon enough, pulling Mayae consciousness out of the hear and now to that special twilight place of their meetings. He is being held by her weary gently almost like a chield cradled hi her six arms held firmly and warmly. In the back of her mind she knows her body is suffering but her mind is far away<br/><br/>She is singing some soothing song for her there are no words that she can discern, forgetting them as soon as she hears them. "Yes my little pet, a fine mess you have gotten into "