(Ashdeer POV)
Ashdeer looked at the prone form of Azriel and felt a deep lump in his throat. He felt a cutting and stabbing pain in his heart. He had never felt such deep grief. It was like a tsunami inside him. Wave upon wave of grief collided across his mind. He didn't know how to make it go away.
He knelt down besides Azriel, and he held her lifeless body. Her face was absolutely pale, drained of blood. The deep gashes across her body were now dark, red wounds, that made him feel that she was gone forever.
"Is there a pulse?" asked Ishatar urgently.
'No...." answered Quinn flatly. "There is none...There was none for a long while as we flew across The Blight." He sobbed. He had bee holding a dead body all this while, and draining her of every drop of blood. He felt like a monster. A cruel evil monster who had held a dying girl till her last breath to save the land.
