'At least after a tribulation, I could receive healing and life force from others whereas her hybrid nature as an artifact makes even my breathing technique useless once she's back into her stone form.' At his wits' end, Lith called Salaark and asked for her help.
"Calm down, Featherling. Panic won't help either of you." The Guardian's voice sounded like that of a disgruntled sergeant.
"Please, scolding can wait. Come here or at least tell me how I can help Solus." Lith replied.
"My presence is unnecessary. You've done everything right. You only need one last step." Salaark's tone softened once, despite the distance separating them, Blood Imprint allowed her to feel how tired he was from the fight and how worried he was for his partner.
"Which is?"
"Do you remember when you were on the beach and called upon your tower?" She asked.
"Yes."
