When Ares awoke the beautiful face of Asyllia appeared within his gaze. "Hey Asyllia, it's all fucked," he said with a sigh and then he sat up with some effort. "How did I manage to die in my sleep?" Ares rubbed his forehead.
"I do hope you are not dead," Asyllia replied as she held onto Ares, staring down at him.
"I'm pretty sure I'm dead," Ares said. He reached up and then brushed his hand along Asyllia's cheek. Her skin was peach soft and warm. "Ah… am I not dead?"
"I don't believe you are."
"Well shit." Ares sighed and then relaxed within Asyllia's touch. "Am I glad to see you." He brushed a hand along her cheek and stared deep into her eyes. "How is Rivea?"
"It is well."
"Runar, Ozar, Ozri?"
"They are well."
"Lana, Rori and the rest?"
