Finally gaining her composure, Malika sat up straight as she sought to gain clarity of what had happened, and how she came back to life. How? Why? So many questions rang in her head.
"I died. How did I come back to life?" She asked in a low voice as she instinctively rubbed her neck, eyes lost as the memories of her death flitted through them.
"The Silver Witch helped us using your angelic essence, it's a long and complicated story." He said with an exasperated sigh, trying to shove away the topic.
"After the war, what happened? To Draco and Rama? Are they...alive?" She asked hesitantly, her voice croaking with the painful possibility that things had gone awry.
"They're both well, we've all been waiting for you to wake up." He said with an endearing smile as he caressed her cheeks, his crimson eyes warm and soft as it peered into hers.
