Ravus fell to his knees beside the body of his sister. His sister! Dear, kindhearted, too serious Lunafreya! The light of his life since the invasion of their home. His main reason for doing all that he had for so long, for enduring the pain and humiliation of serving the dogs of a madman.
Ravus ignored the Chamberlain's poor attempts at comforting him. The man's king was still alive. Still alive because his sister had given her life for his. No! He would not allow it to happen. He couldn't be the last Nox Fleuret. He could not support the pain and loneliness of being alone without anyone by his side.
The rare boy child of the Oracle line reached out to his sister's cold flesh, shivering at the chill he felt despite the warm soothing light that still shone from her body, healing the Chosen King even in death. "Enough Sister. You have done your duty, now it is time to rest." He whispered softly as he dove into his core in search of the magic he hid there since he had first found it.
Light bloomed from his human hand, over powering Lunafreya's with ease. Ravus ignored the burning pain of his shoulder, the magitek arm fused to his body protesting the touch of the Oracle's light, and Ignis' surprised exclamation. None of it mattered.
"Come back to me Luna." Ravus begged as he coaxed more power from himself and hoped it was enough. "I need you. Please." He fed memories of sharing tea with her in their mansion, ignoring the presence of guards as they enjoyed each others company, into his magic just as he had heard his mother and sister describe before. He added the joy of walking through sylleblossoms by her side, of her joy the first time she successfully healed a scourge-infected patient, her sadness and grief when she failed.
Ravus poured everything he had into the magic he had inherited but never used until he felt the first flutter of breath from under his palm. Mismatched eyes met blue ones with relief. Lunafreya would live to see another dawn.