Erik's body was on the brink of collapse and his eyes were becoming unfocused, but he forced himself to stay awake. His head was on its side, and his eyes were looking to the side, at his now-prone-mother. After Lilith was forced to interrupt the enslavement, Runa had sagged to the ground and remained still.
"E— Elora…" he rasped softly, his voice pained and barely legible.
"Yes, my love?" his wife answered gently as her fairy-sized form slowly fluttered down to stand next to his head, now obstructing his view of Runa.
"H— How's… Mom…?" he asked with difficulty, the concern obvious in his voice.
"She's fine, my love," Elora smiled while putting her tiny hand on his upward-facing cheek. "Why don't you let the girls out of our dimension and rest a bit, while we handle the rest, alright?"
But Erik didn't want to let it go so quickly. "A— Are you… sure…?" he rasped, trembling a little. "L— Lilith…" he gulped. "She—"
