About a week had past since Azalea and Sante joined each other and began travelling together. It was a warm afternoon and the pair had set up camp outside a small village. Sante was cooking a large hare he had caught in a trap, while Azalea was piling up mounds of dirt around the edges of the campsite for protection. The two were also arguing.

"Why can't we just stay at an inn in the village?" Azalea complained.

"Do you have any money? Sante responded, giving a pause for thought, "That's what I thought."

"You're a doctor, you've got to have some cash from people you've fixed up."

"Are you implying I should steal from my patients?"

"Well, it'd be their own fault if they just had their wallet in their pocket while you're patching them up." Azalea mumbled.

"Excuse me, but I am a man of honor. I don't steal from the sick and needy, unlike some people…" Sante commented, gesturing towards Azalea's pack next to the tent.

"What? That guy wasn't eating it. It was just sitting next to him." Azalea shot back, walking over to her bag, taking out a pizza box.

"He was homeless, and probably sick too."

"Oh, boo hoo. If he really is hungry, he'll just find more. He probably stole it in the first place."

Sante sighed and went back to cooking the hare. Azalea finished what was left of the pizza and went back to barricading the camp. Later that night, the two were in their tent. After Sante had fallen asleep, Azalea got up and walked outside, being careful not to wake him up.

"Myren. Myren!" Azalea whispered.

"Hey Aza!" Myren shouted, suddenly appearing behind Azalea.

"Shh! He'll hear you!"

"No. He won't. He can't see or hear me, remember?"

"Oh, right."

"So. What'd you want to talk about?"

"Well, I just want to know… what really happened to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't believe he just found you dead. You were still alive when I was carrying you."

"Actually… I wasn't. I stopped breathing about the time we reached the city gate."

"Oh." Azalea whispered, sniffling.

"Don't worry Aza. It's not your fault, there was nothing you could do for me. I was already doomed. I guess it was just my time."

"Don't say something like that Myren. I'm going to cry again." Azalea said, already sobbing slightly.

"Come here. I want to hug you." Myren said, reaching for Azalea.

Azalea stepped forward, knelt, and hugged Myren. She held him in her grasp for a several minutes, sobbing.

"Aza." Myren said.

"Wh… what Myren?" Azalea replied, standing up and wiping tears from her eyes.

"I need to go. I'll be back soon. Okay?"

"Okay. Okay Myren. I'll see you later." Azalea said with a sniff and a smile.

"See you later Aza."

Myren turned around and walked into the thicket, where he faded from visibility. Azalea faced toward the tent to go back to bed, but saw Sante hanging out the entrance.

"Who… who are you talking to?" he yawned.

"No one. Go back to bed." Azalea scolded.

She then stepped over Sante and back into the tent. There, she walked over to her sleeping bag and crawled inside, falling asleep.