Amneal wakes up with his head resting on his wife’s lap. She’s rubbing the side of his face as he comes to.

  Before even moving, he asks her what happened. She informs him he fainted.

  With the fog in his mind slightly clearing, Amneal remembers the events that led up to what Niavi spoke of.

  Repositioning his head to where he was now facing the ceiling from her lap, Amneal explains to her how he felt a sudden wave of fatigue, before everything went black. She then questions him, asking if he knows what caused his fatigue.

  He is unsure until Niavi tells him that she suddenly felt better and then he collapsed. Amneal gives off a slight smirk as if he was given the answer.

  Confessing to Niavi, Amneal sits up. He informs her that he gave her more of his mana – more than usual, and shortly after, he –

  Niavi cuts him off. She isn’t mad. She isn’t sad. She keeps on a slight smile, telling him that she figured as much.

  Amneal places his undivided attention on his wife, his hands now in her lap on top of her own hands. He assures her that his method was the only way to help her on such short notice.

  Amneal feels the room begin to spin, gripping his head in the process with the palm of his hand. Niavi’s hands shift to now being along his shoulders and ever so often rubbing his back. She tells him to take it ease

  Adding that she will go get him some water, she also tells him to stay put. She gets fully up and leaves into the kitchen.

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  Being the hardheaded person that he was, Amneal shortly goes after her. She didn’t know it, but he wanted to make sure that the extra jolt of mana that he sent her was going to sustain her - at least long enough for him to be able to leave within the next twenty-four hours. This was something new, so he had to study his wife closely.

  He had done this once before – back when he had first begun to share his mana with her. He couldn’t afford mishaps. He couldn’t afford to leave her side and then things take a turn for the worse.

  Making it to the kitchen in a weakened state, Niavi makes her way back to him, aiding him in standing in the process. She points out to her husband that he can’t keep living like this. She reminds him that he will need his strength, for when she –

  Amneal silences her with his own words. He breaks away from her assistance and begins to head back into the room. Niavi follows him.

  Niavi seemed to have come to terms with her future, though it was clear that Amneal hadn’t accepted this fate for her.

  Amneal brings up to Niavi that he found a way to break the curse. He had told her this several times before, though nothing ever took Niavi out of reality and into a fairytale.

  Niavi debunks his previous statement, reminding Amneal that by sharing his mana, he would be hindering himself in future battles to come. Niavi makes it clear that she isn’t just talking about fights, explaining to him that he will need his strength to battle the curse itself, otherwise, he would make it that much easier for the curse to take him out. Amneal thought deeply into this.

  He knew just as her, that the curse fed off mana. He had been exerting his mana carelessly, trying to keep his beloved alive. But even after he freed Niavi, there was almost a certainty that Amneal would be dealing with this disease next.

  Niavi approaches her husband with her hands against his face, reminding him that she didn’t want to lose him, just as much as he didn’t want to lose her. Amneal asks her in whispers what she wanted him to do. His face now looked as if he had gotten ground shaking news.

  At first, she appears not to have an answer. She gazes into the eyes of her lover, nearly matching his sadness. Though through a slight tear that escapes her eyes, she smirks. She also speaks.

  She tells him to enjoy his time with her. To enjoy their time together. She adds that they shouldn’t be making getting better…an obsession.