*Aurthur lay outside his mate's sick chamber. For a while, he was looking better, thanks to Andu and his mate. But now, after another few weeks went by, Aurthur looked as badly as he did before. There was no doubt about it. If Icer did not exit from her sick room, Aurthur was not going to leave the hallway.

Both dragons, connected as they were by their spiritual link, would die as they were.*

*Waking from a light, troubled sleep when he was nuzzled, he stared at his mate for a moment, then got up and nuzzled her, practically encircling her with his body. He would have pounced her, had he the energy, but as it was, he had none in his weakened state. His vision was blurred with tears, and he somehow kept them from spilling from his eyes.*

My love, I missed you so, I was so worried......I didn't know what to do.....

*He returned the nuzzle, and nodded his head.* Yes, my dear, you need a good meal in you, you are so thin. You barely picked at the food I left for you while you were....While you were sick.

*He gave her a gentle nudge, following her through the winding halls, towards their kitchen.* I would cook for you myself, dear, but it would take too long, and you are in urgent need of a meal, though I think for safety's sake, we should start with something light. Too rich of a meal, and you may sick it back up.