Hearing his voice i actually thought i was dreaming. It was a voice i didn't expect to hear nor will i ever forget. I rushed to Kamada hearing him but stopped dead in my tracks seeing such a frail figure before me. Was it really him? How could he get in such a frail state? Where my eyes playing tricks on me? Is he a figment of my mind playing tricks on me?

As i walked to him he spoke ever so softly his voice weakened but it was him. I couldn't help but take him into my arms assuring him he was and would be ok. I healed what physical wounds I could; I made sure he was bathed and in clean clothes - although they didn't fit. . As well as a proper meal. Though he didn't eat much.

In the process of healing his wounds I noticed he still wears the ring I gave him so many years ago. As I looked him over I also caught a glimpse of a tattoo. One that is very familiar to me. The more time I spend with him the more I realize he still holds me in his heart as much as I held him. Though I am leery on letting that show to much.

Seeing him gain his strength and his personality back probably heals me as much as it does him. Seeing him thrive once again has done my spirit more good then even I realized it would.

His words once he regained his strength have been tender as always and to be honest I have to really think perhaps he has always meant to be there for me. My heart races for him at sight or simply hearing him. A feeling I have never truly felt for another. I also have never felt so relaxed and at ease with someone as I do with him. Hearing him call me his "Goddess of this mortal realm" has set in motion more then I ever expected. Do I dare let myself think I can have this simply life of happiness with him?