[Rosekitten]

When she fell on the floor his hand seemed to twitch slightly and his breathing took a sharp spike. Not that she noticed his slight increase in activity. Though aside from that he still seemed in whatever coma state he was in before. Though it wasn't quit as bad as it had been.

When Elvara finally made it to the bed and managed to pull herself onto it talking to him he still seemed to remain alive but not. Even as she passed out he didn't seem to respond to anything that she did. Though her last words did not fall upon deaf ears... he heard her, it was more of gathering enough energy to move or opening his eyes.

It took a little while but his breathing increased to what it should have been at a normal pace as he started to come to a little. He figured he was dead, hardly remembering the ritual and everything after that. When his vision caught up with his mind he noticed the weight on his chest. Elvara was still on the bed with a death grip on the sheet as she lay there.

He felt rather weak at best, though he had a good idea why... he was suppose to be dead for starters, whatever was going on he wasn't going to question it just yet. Moving a hand from under the sheet he managed to place it on her exposed cheek. She seemed just as beat or worn out as he felt. But the fact he was breathing.. why was he even able to touch her still everything he knew said he should be dead.