She dropped the whole vial down his throat, it should be enough to get him back to his feat. It was a whole potion of cure. 'C'mon! Don't die! I used everything in you!'
She begged in her mind, as incoherent sobs came out of her mouth. "Get up, please." Tears fell from her eyes, her own vision darkening as the blood on her got cold.
Her brain trained to its limits as the light continued to shine above her head. She hated herself. She hated everything. Why was life that way? Why did it choose her in particular?
She did not deserve it. Nor did the guards who went through the same thing as Ellianor. She was a mess, a mess that made other people's lives worse
That was not how she should live, or be leading her life. Stealing from guards, doing all kinds of messed stuff because she lost her mind.
She met her forehead with his, her tears falling down on his face. "Please, react! Don't die! Please! I beg you!"
