Yahiko lay flat on the ground in a grassy field. The wind blew lightly, brushing the hair out of his closed eyes. He looked like a corpse ready to be put in the tomb. His skin had a deathly pallor. The Sun goddess was kneeling in front of him. The Sun goddess/Tsubame opened her eyes and felt Yahiko's forehead. She pulled her hand away quickly, licking the blisters she had acquired on her fingertips. He had died, but his body was as fiery as ever. Maybe he wasn't dead. Some fluffy clouds moved, letting rays of sunlight fall all around them, creating a golden ring. The Sun goddess/Tsubame pressed her lips to Yahiko's, wondering why she was kissing a corpse (or at least a feverish person). She once again felt his forehead. Her blisters healed, and she knew he was dead from the considerable temperature drop; his temperature was at a normal body heat.
In her head she heard a whisper, "Do not be afraid, daughter."
