(Takes place very near the end of novel 15, after Lina and Gourry's battle with Luke/Shabranigdo. On one of the Livejournal forums a member translated a bit more of the ending than had been translated elsewhere. Summary of the translation: Gourry had been seriously wounded but healed and resting in an inn. Lina stayed up all night watching over him to make sure he would be ok. The next morning, just as she finished telling Gourry what had happened when he was unconscious from his wounds, the dragon Milgasia and the elf Mephi (?) (name also seen as Memphis elsewhere) entered and tried to talk to Lina. She rudely told them what had happened and wanted them out of the room. Instead of chastising Lina for her behavior, Gourry, noticing Lina was crying, comforted her and told her it was ok just that once to cry. The story then changed to several days later as a fully recovered Gourry and Lina said good-bye to the dragon and elf, who were leaving now that Lina was her old self again.)
In the inn in a slowly rebuilt Sairaag:
With an almost empty mug held between her two hands, Lina sat curled up in the large chair near the fire in the inn's main fireplace. It was unclear whether the blank look on her face was from the contents of the mug or thought.
"Lina?" Milgasia gently asked, "May Mephi and I join you?" And he gestured to the empty couch opposite the sorceress.
"I'm just about to go to my room," she sighed, "Suit yourself." She drained her mug, uncurled herself from the chair, and placed the now empty mug on the table in front of her. Abruptly she stood up and left.
Gourry, almost recovered from his wounds and now ambulatory, returned from the bar with a glass of warm milk in his hand. He saw Lina determinedly climbing the stairs and the concerned expressions on the faces of the dragon and elf. Shaking his head, the swordsman carefully sat down in the chair Lina had occupied.
"Lina still doesn't seem to be herself since that fight with Shabranigdo," the elf commented.
Gourry took a couple gulps of his milk and thought a second. "It wasn't just Shabirdango she fought, it was also Luke. Lina has killed various bad guys and has seen massive scenes of death, but she has never had a fighting companion be totally killed, let alone has had to do the killing herself. Witnessing the death of Melina was bad enough on Lina, then she had to face a second piece of Shabby. To make it worse, to ruin him, she also had to destroy Luke. Lina feels a lot more deeply about people than most would believe, but she puts on a brave, brash face to cover up. I think she felt a connection somehow with how Luke was taken over by his grief over Malina and then that Dark Lord."
The elf drew in a sharp breath and Milgasia nodded in understanding. "Hmm. She may need a healer's help more than you did," the dragon commented.
A serious expression clouded the swordsman's face, and he smiled sadly and answered, "As a soldier and mercenary, I've seen friends cut down in battle, and I've had to finish off a former comrade when he tried to kill Lina. I tried to talk him down, but in the end there was nothing else I could do. It was one of the most gut wrenching things I've ever had to do. Although Lina didn't know what had happened to him, 'cause she had passed out and I never told her, just being with her helped me not to dwell on it." The clouds cleared from his eyes and, grinning in happy realization, he smacked his left palm with his right fist. "It's my turn to help her now! Perhaps a trip to see her parents would do her good, too. In the meantime, I'll see what I can do to bring back her fire. I hope it won't hurt me too much!" Winking at the two beings, he downed the rest of his milk, and then, taking a deep breath, went up the stairs.
Few minutes later, a shriek reverberated throughout the inn, "Ahhhhh! You idiotic Jellyfish brain! If you weren't recovering, I'd blast your butt from here to Elmekia!"
The elf looked in dismay at Milgasia. He only nodded and calmly declared, "Such a strange human to be so wisely stupid. I think Lina will be alright."