"On Urak?" she repeated gently, unphased by his hasty departure.
She smiled, he'd known what she meant all along.
Alyssia blinked, pulled back and lay down by the smoldering embers in the fire pit. She was still a child, a lost pup finding sanctuary with the pack of wolves. Just a girl, trying so hard to be strong, when all she really needed was something - no - someone to hold onto. Safe and secure, trying so hard to stay awake she yawned and whispered, her ice blue eyes, sparkling in the moonlight; "Urak? Can you hear me? I think... I... Love you?" she said, eyes closing, as she slowly slipped away.