Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150331143004/@comment-29458028-20150405222651

"Don't fucking die on me and break my heart like my first girlfriend did, Erys. Please. Don't die. Stay alive!" said Raphael as he knelt down and held Erys in his arms, the threads of restoration magic still flowing from his hands. He would run out of magicka eventually.

Raphael hoped his daughter didn't notice he was crying. The first time he had shed tears in nearly sixty years.

"Whoever did this to you, I will hunt them down and destroy them!"

Sariel (luckily) was oblivious to what her father was saying, since she didn't know that much of the Tamrielic language yet.

The healing flowing from her hand did not seem to weaken or abate.