De Tearion: Flinches when Danielle touches him, though not because of his hand. He quickly composes himself, flexing his claws then morphing it into a hand. He also morphs his other hand, using it to wipe off his face. Thank you both.
Sam: Bows
Danielle: Nods, then turns, her eyes widening. Wait- no, you are dead, love. I watched it… She looks sad, and a little scared.
Sam: Looks surprised, but doesn't comment.
De Tearion: Likely best to cure her as well. Indicates Danielle. I wish to be the only one who suffers at this moment.
Sam: Looks at De'Tearion with some amusement. She'll not allow it, I'm afraid.
Danielle: Looks at another hallucination And you… I made sure you would never come back. How is it then, that you are back?
De Tearion: Confused. Why? I understand being stubborn, ‘tis been a curse of mine since my youth, yet why?
Sam: Sighs It is… She thinks for a moment complicated, and not my story to tell.
Danielle: Is looking all about her, remorse, fear, joy, sadness, regret, and anger all evident in her eyes and in her voice as she asks each a question.
De Tearion: Sighs. I see. He then maneuvers to his knees and tries to stand. He collapses on the first try and sighs, taking a moment to focus himself despite his fatigue. He then tries again and shakily climbs to his feet. He walks over to a nearby tree and slides down the trunk, clearly drowsy but forcing himself to stay awake.
Sam: Goes to catch De'Tearion, but he gets himself up. Why don't you sleep?
Danielle: Has finally stopped asking questions, looking at one hallucination in particular in silence, her hand over her mouth, a shocked look in her eyes, tears streaming down her face.
De Tearion: Shakes his head as he watches Danielle. I will sleep not until she recovers. There seemed to be a sort of protectiveness in his eyes, a need to comfort Danielle despite having no idea what could soothe her.
Sam: Sighs Very well.
Danielle: Collapses to her knees, heartbreak evident on her face.
Sam: Realizes that this must be an actual ghost of Danielle's love and sprints over, her natural ability to see spirits kicking in. Why? Why now, after all this time? The ghost seems to speak, because Sam shakes her head. No. You are dead, remember? It wouldn't work, not after all this time. You left her alone in the world. Accept that she let you go a long time ago. The spirit seems to understand, because the next thing Sam does is wrap Danielle in a hug.
Danielle: Watches the entire situation, then hugs Sam back, sobbing.
De Tearion: Watches all of it silently. He then looks away, cradling his amulet. He closes his eyes, remembering one of the many songs Agatha loved to hear. He started to hum and chirp, at first softly then louder, until the others could hear. There was no direct translation of this particular song, but it spoke of wandering through a forest paradise. It had been a favorite of both De Tearion and Agatha.
Sam: Listens carefully, silently singing along.
Danielle: Looks up and starts singing along, her voice echoing slightly. She only knew the song because of her one love.
De Tearion: Pauses when he notices the two other voices singing. He gasped, a few tears streaking his face. He could barely remember the last time he had heard such collective singing, and it was beautiful. He laughed softly, more tears appearing. Last time I heard this sung by three voices I had been a child. I was singing it with Agatha and our mother. That be one of the clearest memories I have of Mother. Laughs a bit more, then resumes singing.
Sam: Pauses, the resumes.
Danielle: Walks over to De'Tearion and wraps him in a hug, still singing along with him.
De Tearion: Stiffens at the hug, but slowly relaxes, accepting the hug. In his head, the memory of singing with him, Agatha, and his mother lingered.
Danielle: The song turns from De'Tearion's to one of her own: a sad love ballad that she'd sung often with her dead love.
Sam: Watches both of them, silently wishing both of them well.
De Tearion: He doesn’t notice the change immediately, having been too caught up in the moment, but when he does, he recognizes it. He hadn’t heard it often, but he recalled one night where he stumbled upon a female he knew singing it. He had never expected Danielle to sing the same tune.
Danielle: She releases De'Tearion and slithers away, tears in her eyes as she continues humming the song.
Sam: Walks over to De'Tearion Are… are you okay, De'Tearion?
De Tearion: Watches Danielle mournfully, then turns to Sam. I suppose I will be. I get overwhelmed at times. Singing be one of the few ways I know to soothe myself and others, yet I was a child the last time I had others to sing with. After Mother died, Agatha was too afraid to sing, and I became the outcast.
Sam: That… she sighs that is sad. I wish to sing with you.
Danielle: Finishes the ballad and turns to Sam and De'Tearion. I- I am sorry for that.
Sam: Looks at Danielle strangely No need to apologize, Danielle.
De Tearion: Smiles at Sam appreciatively. He then turned to Danielle. Truly, no need. ‘Tis a beautiful song despite its sorrow.
Danielle: Smiles Yes, it truly is.
Sam: Grins We all good now?
De Tearion: Shrugs. I suppose. Looks at Danielle inquisitively.
Danielle: Shrugs, appearing to have forgotten what they were talking about.
Sam: Sighs Okay. Now, I would like to see you two duel each other.
De Tearion: Chuckles. Indeed. A final duel, then a nap. Snickers, standing.