Caution: Explicit content ahead…
Elián;
"I can't—" I swallow.
"I can't hold it together." I moan as my magic flickers again.
The air shifts.
"I know," Zephan whispers into my hair.
"I know."
Zerana straightens slowly.
"Right now, there is only one person who can anchor him fully… and properly." She says she looks over and grabs Zethar, who was about to approach the bed.
I watch with slightly blurry eyes as she holds Zethar's wrist.
"He needs Zephan." She whispers, and I bury my face in Zephan's chest as I do not want to see the realisation coat their faces.
Zephan doesn't respond immediately because he knows what she means.
"But he's not himself," He says.
"No," Zerana agrees.
"He is reacting. Not choosing." She adds, and I whimper as my grip on him tightens.
"Please… don't leave," I whisper, with my voice breaking slightly.
"I won't," he repeats, and just then, Zerana's voice follows.
"Everyone out." She orders, and I slowly look back up.
