Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160728135034

After several moments Lucida shakily takes some of the food in her hand and begins to eat. She eats slowly, trying to concentrate, to keep her mind off of what has happened. After a minute or two, she smiles a bit. "I'm not a baby, you know," she says shakily. She continues to eat regardless. "But thanks," she says quietly.

She eats in silence. The small meal finished, she leans up against Praetor. The extreme fatigue of the last several days catches up with her, and she closes her eyes. Within a minute her breathing is deep and rhythmic, and her tail relaxes, dropping to the floor. Praetor leans up against the headboard, Lucida leaning against him, and he pulls the blanket over her, partially covering himself.

Within minutes,  her steady breathing and the sound of the wind in the trees plays its part, and Praetor drifts off himself.

He awakens. He is standing beside the bed, looking at his own form, faded and ghostly, on the bed with Lucida. He sees himself, holding her, as they rest together. A voice cuts through the vision.

"A delicate thing, life, and so varied in its definitions.  Tell me, Champion, what lengths would you go to to preserve it?"

He turns. A black shape is before him. The visage of Victivius regards him.