"Shyvana!" Jarvan said, blushing deeply and looking down at her, a pained expression upon her face as she turned her head towards him. She worked her lips gently and Jarvan lifted her head slightly. "Easy now, here..." He lifted her head into his lap as gently as he could, yanking the cork from his canteen, holding it to her lips. Shyvana gulped the water greedily, much of it dripping from her lips.
"Thanks." She said finally, catching her breath. She closed her eyes for a moment taking a deep breath and then wincing, her body quivering slightly as she exhaled. "I had something to tell you, earlier."
"Quiet." Jarvan said, drawing her closer and brushing a lock of deep red hair from her pale white face. Her skin lacked its normal rosy-pale color, leaving it a hallowed-white, the same color as the sky.
"I... I have something to tell you..." She said quietly, her voice still faint. Her good hand groped gently at the hem of the cloak. "Please come closer..." She said as Jarvan leaned down, falling heavily upon his elbow. Shyvana pulled her hand from Jarvan's and then slid it around his neck, drawing him into a deep kiss. Jarvan felt the flutter of her eyelashes and the warm tickle of tears as Shyvana held him close as she pulled back for a deep breath, choking back sobs.
"Shyvana..." Jarvan said gently as the wounded dragoness pulled him down again.
"Shut up!" She said weakly but sharply, pulling herself to Jarvan again. "Just shut up!" She kept her arm wrapped around his neck as she pressed her face gently into his neck, trying to hide the tears that rolled down her cheeks. "I thought you were dead," she said softly, "and again you ripped my heart out."
Jarvan wore a small smile as he lay down next to her, drawing her in gently where he could embrace her without straining her wounds. "I know..." He said meekly. "I was able to use my cloak as a shield just long enough to dive away from the flames." He nursed his shoulder briefly though. "Not all of me made it out unscathed though."
"At least you're alive." Shyvana said softly, wiping at her cheek. Her face burned a bright red as she glanced left and right. "I had something to tell you." Jarvan grinned and nodded, wiping a tear from her cheek with his free hand. She closed her eyes and screwed up her face as she gathered her bravery and then met him square in the eyes. "I l-..."
"Jarvan!" Jarvan was ripped away from the moment of solace he was sharing with Shyvana by the worried cry of Quinn. He slid his arm from beneath her head and lowered her to the ground, pushing himself to his feet, leaving Shyvana looking frustrated and sad.
"Jarvan!" Jarvan shivered as the call from Forsythe struck him deeply.
"Quinn?" He surged towards the wall of the arena. "Forsythe! What's wrong?" He called, a frown now deeply seated on his face. Icy needles spread in his gut. "ISAACS!" Jarvan vaulted the low wall that served as the entrance to the arena, sprinting towards where Forsythe and Quinn struggled to support the older man between them. He accepted Isaacs' arm and pulled it over his shoulder, helping Forysthe support the lieutenant between them. Isaacs's armor was crumpled and battered, and blood covered much of his body. Some was had dried to a crusted black, while some remained a gleaming ruby color, and Jarvan couldn't tell where or what any of it had come from.
"Isaacs? Isaacs!" Quinn said nervously. The man opened his eyes as he head lolled to the side. "Isaacs, how many fingers am I holding up?" Quinn walked in front of them as they headed back towards the arena, walking backwards as she spoke to Isaacs.
"You look like my daughter." He slurred, his head falling. "Wait..." Quinn looked up towards Jarvan but he grimaced and shook his head.
"Your daughter is in Demacia." Jarvan grunted as he and Forsythe struggled to maneuver him over the low wall, back into the arena.
"Quick, hurry and lay him down." Quinn said, rolling up her sleeves. Jarvan nodded, helping Forsythe lower the man to the ground near Shyvana. As they laid Isaacs out flat on the ground he groaned and his face contorted in pain.
"What happened to him?" Jarvan said, kneeling next to Shyvana.
"I don't know." Quinn said, her arms poised in the air above Isaacs, unsure of where to start. "I don't know if the blood is his or the horse's." She shook her head and started fumbling with the cloak around his neck and the leather straps that held his armor in place.
"Horse?" Jarvan said worriedly, looking from of Isaacs to Quinn to Forsythe.
Quinn nodded grimly, remembering that Jarvan hadn't been privy to the situation. "Kampf butchered the horse while Isaacs was still on it and tossed him somewhere." Jarvan's mouth hung open in confusion and Isaacs, hovering somewhere between consciousness and a drunken stupor, mumbled and giggled to himself.. He waved his hand dismissing what she had said, a frown creasing his brow beneath his mop of dirty brown hair.
"That bloody tosser couldn't kill me." Isaacs said in a strained attempt to sound cheeky. However, when he coughed up blood and shuddered, the humor was sapped from his voice. He blinked the pain away from his eyes as he looked over at Shyvana. "That scaly bastard will have to try harder to do away with me. What about you, girl?" He said looking her up and down. "You're a bloody mess." Shyvana sniffed as her face streaked with tears, giving him a sad smile as she let out a choked laugh.
"Shut up before you talk yourself to death." Jarvan said, shaking his head.
"Bite me-OW." Isaacs snapped, groaning as Quinn prodded his legs. "Dammit, that hurt!"
"I said shut up!" Jarvan barked.
"Like I said; bite me!" Isaacs let his head fall back and he let out a choked laugh. "Better yet, bite her." He jerked his head weakly in Shyvana's direction. "She looks like she could use a pick me up." Jarvan and Shyvana's face burned a bright red as Isaacs giggled, blood burbling from his lips. "Fuck it hurts to laugh." Forsythe coughed, catching Jarvan's attention as Isaacs continued to ramble in the background.
"We made our way down to the river to fill up our bottles and we found him buried under some rocks." Forsythe said, shaking his head.
"Am I not supposed to be able to feel both my legs?" Isaacs said to no one in general. "I know I lost one, but I can't feel my spare." He giggled at his joke, but the joke quickly turned into a violent fit of coughing that left him gasping for air.
"What's happening?" Jarvan said, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, ice suddenly flooding his veins. Quinn had already started examining his chest, the man coughing and gasping for air. She lowered her ear to his chest and then held fingers to his neck, trying to find the pulse. She frowned as she groped for his arm, turning his wrist up and holding her fingers to it. She grimaced as she pulled a knife from her belt.
"I don't know." Quinn said, grimacing, shaking her head. "I can hear gurgling."
"What are you doing?" Jarvan said urgently as he watched Isaacs helplessly, struggling to find something to do with his hands. Quinn sliced the leather straps on his shoulders and along his side, pulling the armor free and tossing the crumpled plates aside. She had been trying to get to his chest, but she sucked in a sharp gasp as she looked over his torso. There was a ragged hole in his tunic as big as Jarvan's fist where the blood radiated out from, just to the side of his stomach. Jarvan felt useless as he watched Quinn slid the knife into the collar of Isaacs tunic.
"I think his lung collapsed." She said crossly, slicing down the blood splattered tunic. "I won't know until I get a better look at it." She pulled it aside and immediately gasped, turning aside and covering her mouth with the back of her hand, the knife still clutched in her fingers. Blood had dried a ruddy red around the surface of the wound. As Quinn pulled the tunic back, she got a better view of the damage upon his torso, the hole now clearly visible in his tunic. It wasn't from just a shallow wound or a burn though, the damage was much worse.
Isaacs had been impaled.
Emerging from his stomach, a blunt piece of stone was covered in blood, the gray stone now a red color. Easily as thick as Jarvan's wrist, the stone spike had entered him from the back and penetrated all the way through, flesh poking outwards and blooming around the stone shaft like a bloody rose. Jarvan felt acid burn his throat as he tried to keep his the bile down. Quinn had failed to do so and had turned away, collapsing to her knees as she choked on the contents of her stomach. Forsythe stood close by, his jaw hanging open, staring openly at the wound.
"What happened..." Shyvana said quietly, unable to see the wound through Jarvan's body. He glanced at her and she sucked in a sharp breath when she saw the look on Jarvan's face. It was as if he was being marched to the gallows, his eyes devoid of life and fear contorting his face. Quinn struggled to regain her composure as she straightened her tunic, breathing deeply through her nose. She looked down at Isaacs but her shoulders shook and she had to cover her mouth as she looked down at him.
"Oh gods." Quinn said, her shoulders shaking as she turned to the side and dry heaved again.
"It's not bad is it?" Isaacs wheezed, a crooked smile on his face. He struggled to turn his head to the side, looking to Jarvan and then to Shyvana. The smile faded of his face as he closed his eyes and then looked back to the sky. "That bad." He coughed. "Eh?"
"I..." Jarvan felt his stomach fold in on itself, shivering as an icy claw closed around his chest. He sat back on his knees, arms falling to his side as his voice failed him. "Isaacs..."
Shyvana could now see what was going on and she was quivering. She struggled to move her arm and found Jarvan's hand without too much pain, sliding her hand into his. She gave it a reassuring squeeze, but Jarvan's hand was limp, his eyes still staring at Isaacs. She glanced back and forth from Isaacs to Jarvan, tears beginning to cloud her eyes.
"I can't feel my legs... leg." He choked out a laugh, turning his head to the side and splattering blood along the stone as he coughed violently. "Bloody hell that hurts."
"Isaacs... Valin..." Shyvana said weakly, her own voice struggling now. She squeezed Jarvan's hand again, and this time his hand tightened around hers.
"We need to do something." Jarvan said finally, trying to urge Quinn.
"We can't." She said, shaking her head. "I don't have anything to treat him with." She grimaced. "If we take any of the armor off his leg, or the spike of stone out of his stomach, the wounds will only get worse."
"How can that..." Shyvana began to say, trying to lean up to get a better look.
"The stone may be what caused the wound, but if we rip it out we take all of the clotting as well. He'll simply bleed out!" She snapped, silencing Shyvana. She ducked her head in embarrassment, and Jarvan scowled, but Quinn looked at him defiantly, as if she were daring him to say something about it. Quinn shook her head and frowned. "It's of no use to argue." She waved a hand past her face and then looked back down at Isaacs, a serious expression on her face. "If only we had something to use. Bandages, health potions, anything to stop the bleeding once we pull the stone out."
Isaacs coughed again, his body shuddering violently as he did.
"He's fading on us." Quinn said urgently as she checked his pulse. She struggled to find one, checking both arms and then his neck as his face began to pale. "We need to something soon, or we're going to lose him!"
"Damn it!" Jarvan said, pounding the stone with his fist. "If only I still had those health potions!" Quinn looked at him, opening her mouth to ask him what he was talking about, but Shyvana's voice cut her off.
"Use me." Shyvana said weakly. She seemed hesitant to speak in the tense situation but she looked hopeful.
"Shyvana?" Jarvan said looking down at her, confusion crossing his expression. "You can't do anything at the moment."
"Wait..." Quinn said, pausing, her brow furrowing in contemplation.
"THAT'S IT!" Jarvan shouted, a look of surprise on his face.
"W-w-what?" Quinn said, practically tumbling over in surprise. She looked at Jarvan, trying to figure out what had suddenly gripped him.
"Shyvana can cauterize the wounds with her flames when we yank the stone out!" Jarvan said, looking back and forth from Shyvana to Isaacs.
"The shock from the flames might just kill him though." Quinn said, shaking her head.
"We have pain killers, don't we?" Jarvan said, searching the ground for the small plugs that Quinn had been carrying.
"We can't use them." Quinn said shaking her head. "They'll slow his heart rate too much."
"Fine, so what are we going to do?" Jarvan snapped at Quinn, the surprise on his face indicating he hadn't mean to snap at her. "Sorry."
"I don't want him to die either." Quinn said grudgingly, shaking her head. She scrubbed her hands over her face in frustration. "Damn it, if only we had some health potions!"
"Here ya go." Isaacs said, his hand going to his belt. He patted his hip a few times, his hand searching for something but he finally found what he was looking for. He produced a small brown burlap bag that had been tied off. "What's with all the stupid looks?" He looked from Forsythe to Quinn to Jarvan and Shyvana. Each of them stared at him as if he had suddenly sprouted a second head.
"My health potion!" Jarvan said, gasping as he took the bag from Isaacs hand, his arm falling back to his side.
"Your... but how... where?" Quinn stammered, leaning forward, her mouth hanging ajar in disbelief as Jarvan opened the bag and pulled out a crimson tinted health potion in a crystal vial.
"Doesn't matter, just help me!" Jarvan shouted. "We get the health potion into him and then we yank the stone out?" Quinn nodded silently, clamping her mouth shut as she maneuvered about and slid her hands under his back, pulling the lieutenant into her lap. "Open up, old man." Jarvan said, snapping the top of the crystalline vial off and spitting the glass out onto the ground. Quinn nodded, doing her best to look hopeful as she tried to open Isaacs' mouth. The old man groaned and tried to roll his head to the side, but Quinn already had a decent hold upon of him.
"Isaacs, hurry and open you mouth." Quinn said urgently, trying to squeeze his jaw to get him mouth open. The man grunted and tried to shake his head again.
"Damnit, Valin, I don't have time for your shit!" Jarvan growled, holding the bottle up to his lips.
"Don't bother." Isaacs raised a wavering hand and tried to swat the vial aside, but Shyvana grabbed his hand with her good arm. She had reached over, pushing herself up into a sitting positon as the bandages tinged pink with her effort. Tears stained her cheeks as she used her shattered arm to lever herself up. "I'd just be a waste of energy."
"Isaacs..." Shyvana said weakly, tears staining her cheeks and her eyes red. "Why? We want to help you."
"I have nothing to go home to." Isaacs said softly, tears welling in his eyes, his voice uncharacteristically weak. "My son is dead, my wife and daughter hate me..." He coughed, splattering blood down his chest and onto Quinn's arm. "I could never face my family... my country... not like this." He coughed again, but turned to Shyvana, letting the crooked smile on . "Besides, I resigned myself to die a while ago. The only thing I regret is not seeing you become queen."
"Isaacs..." Shyvana whispered, her voice cracking.
"Don't give me that." He said with a pained smile. "A face that pretty shouldn't have a frown like that upon it."
"Save your breath!" Quinn said, tears now flowing freely down her cheeks.
"Isaacs, don't do this to me!" Jarvan said, shaking his head from side to side, slamming a hand onto the ground as Isaacs pushed the vial further away.
"I have no breath left to save." Isaacs said, a smile starting to spread on his face. "Thank you... my friends..."
His head slumped backwards.
"Open his mouth!" Jarvan said, as Quinn pulled his head back into her arms, holding his mouth open.
"I hope it's not too late." Quinn said nervously, voicing everyone's fears, as she watched Jarvan empty the contents of the crystalline vial into Isaacs' mouth.
"It shouldn't be." Jarvan said, a look of hope on his face as he looked down at the lieutenant. The expression of expectation and hope soon turned to dread. He kept watching, waiting for a sign of life, the green glow of a potion, any movement at all.
Isaacs lay still upon the ground.
"It can't be."
"Jarvan..." Quinn said, hesitating slightly as her hand hovered over his damaged shoulder. It was covered in massive burns and lacerations, the muscle practically held in place by the burned outer layer of skin. A normal man would have been dead, or at least in a coma with burns that bad. She put hand gently on his good shoulder. "I'm sorry... but..."
"NO!" Jarvan shouted. "No! It can't be! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT!" His face was contorted in anger as he clenched his fists, staring down at the pale skin and lifeless body. Isaacs looked peaceful, a smile on his face as he lay silently upon the ground. Jarvan shook his head as he raised his arms up and then brought them crashing down onto the ground, casting fragments of stone and dirt everywhere, the crystal vial shattering in his hand. Jarvan shook his head and leaned back over Isaacs, putting one hand over the other above his heart, beginning to pump again.
"Jarvan..." Quinn said softly, trying to pull him back away from the body. "You can't do anything for him now."
"No!" Jarvan shouted again, wiping blood across his face, the shattered crystal having shredded his hand. His face was a mess of black hair, blood, sweat, and dirt as he continued the compressions. "I won't give up on him! He... he has never given up on me. Not once!"
"Jarvan, you should stop." Shyvana said quietly. She didn't have the nerve or reason to tell him any more though. She shook her head and tried to hide the tears in her eyes. If you weren't... I'd be right in your place.
Jarvan finally stopped, his shoulders rising and falling quickly.
"Isaacs..." Jarvan croaked, looking down at his still form. "We were going to return home together... brothers in arms... you can't just up and leave me like this when we were so close." His voice trailed off as his shoulder sunk and his chin fell to his chest. "Please... don't go where I can not follow."
"I'm sorry." Quinn said, her head hanging as she pushed herself up off her knees, trying to shake the blood from her hands. She rolled her sleeves back down, trying to hide the blood she couldn't wipe away. Quinn shook her head, the wind erasing the warmth of the tears on her cheeks as she trudged from where Isaacs lay dead. Quinn paused as she approached Forsythe, sitting at the base of the arena wall watching the ordeal. His head was hanging and he looked up as Quinn approached.
"Is he...?" Forsythe's voice trailed off as he watched Jarvan. Quinn simply nodded, avoiding his gaze.
"I... he was too far gone... he... he refused the health potion we had... we should have forced him." Quinn said, leaning against the massive rock that Forsythe had his back to. Quinn shrank down, shaking her head as she pulled her legs up to her chest, cowering, not realizing just how cold it was. She stared at her knees, a sullen look on her face. Forsythe seemed hesitant to make a move, but despite his injuries he managed to get an arm around her shoulders.
"I know this isn't the first time you've had to watch someone die in your arms." He said quietly, pulling her a bit closer. She didn't resist, but she pulled her legs closer to her chest.
"I can't help but feel useless." She said watching as Jarvan's shoulders shook, a few choked, stifled sobs cutting through her heart like a knife. "And here I was thinking I had finally come to terms..." Quinn said softly, clamping her eyes shut as she tried to hide her tears.
"Sometimes..." Forsythe said, his voice wavering. "There isn't anything more you can do than try." Quinn looked up at him as tears started to pour down his face. Quinn hesitated a moment, stunned, but she quickly buried her face in her arms, starting to cry.
Wind swept over the top of the arena, striking at Jarvan like a blade of ice.
Jarvan sat with his legs spread out before him, his arms limp at his sides and his back against a great boulder, as the wind assaulted the raw flesh on his shoulder. He felt numb though, only the pain in his shoulder, the constant, biting pain keeping him remotely awake and alert. It was only the pain that kept him sane, that kept him from falling apart, from breaking down and going mad. Inside, Jarvan wanted nothing more than to kill Kampf, to drive the lance into his heart, to bury it so deep that he would never be able to terrorize anyone again, unable to harm another living being. He wanted to stand up and scream till he was unable to scream, till his throat burned raw. He felt anger, pain, betrayal... it was all a mess of emotion within, and yet outwardly, all he could feel was numbness. As if he had been broken and gutted.
His gaze fell upon the body, now covered by a flame blackened cloak.
"Jarvan?" He tore his eyes from the body and looked down at Shyvana. Her eyes were puffy and red as she looked up at him.
"Hmm?" He grunted, his voice failing him as he worked his jaw.
"Can I lay in your lap?" She asked, looking up at him. He grunted absently, looking up at the sky. "Jarvan?"
"Hmm?" He looked over at her and then nodded. "Yeah, sure." He crawled over and sat next to Shyvana, lifting her up and setting her head in his lap. Shyvana snaked her hand up and caught Jarvan's hand in her own as he started to let his arms fall back to his side. She pulled it down over her heart and then rest her hand on top of his, letting his hand rest upon her chest.
"Can you feel it?" She said softly.
"What?" Jarvan said, looking down at her. She leaned her cheek against his arm and closed her eyes.
"My heartbeat." She said. "Can you feel it?"
"I..." He nodded. "I can." He said, blushing slightly as he looked down under the edge of the blanket at her exposed chest.
"I'm here for you, Jarvan." She said, letting a sad smile show as she looked up at at Jarvan. He nodded absently, his shoulders rising and falling again in a heavy sigh. "He was like a father to you, wasn't he?"
Jarvan glanced over at her and nodded glumly. "My father... my father had a country to run. He loved me and I knew it, but I was raised by servants and my mother." Jarvan's shoulders fell again. Shyvana slid her good hand into Jarvan's and gave it a squeeze, trying her best to offer some sort of comfort. Jarvan looked as if his spirit had been broken. His skin was gaunt and pale, with dark bags hanging under his eyes, as if his skin was stretched too thin over his bones. His shoulders was a mess of black burns and dried blood, much of his skin having been completely burned away, and the pain and damage had sapped all of his strength. "I met Isaacs not long after I graduated from the Demacian Martial Academy and had been given command of my first unit. He was the platoon sergeant." He took a deep breath and held it for a few moments before letting it out slowly.
"You don't need to force it." Shyvana said reassuringly, but Jarvan shook his head.
"It'll be good to talk about it." He shrugged and then winced with the movement in his shoulder. "I was a prince and everyone knew it. I was nothing but a figurehead in the platoon I had been given, and everyone was afraid to tell me if I was doing anything wrong out of some misguided fear that I or my father would ruin their military career." A sad smile appeared on Jarvan's face. "Isaacs wouldn't have any of that though. He ripped me a new one the first time I screwed something up. I don't think I'c ever gotten a dressing down that painful." Jarvan winced, though Shyvana couldn't tell if it was from the pain in his shoulder or the memory of Isaacs.
"He always was good at figuring out what was bothering someone." Shyvana said, a smile blossoming on her face.
"He was." Jarvan nodded, something between a snort of amusement and a chuckle coming from his throat.
"He told me something once." Shyvana said, blushing and looking down at her ruined body as she pressed herself weakly into Jarvan's lap. "It was right after I'd joined you and your men, after the second run in you had with Kampf." Jarvan nodded. "We were about to enter the village and I had stopped, unable to make myself go any closer to the village when Isaacs asked what was wrong, I told him that I didn't think I should go into the village with you and the others and he simply asked me why. No fuss... he simply asked me why."
"He didn't like to beat around the bush either." Jarvan said, closing his eyes as he gently stroked Shyvana's cheek. She smiled up at him and nodded.
"I was afraid." She said softly, hesitation in her voice. "I was sure that the people of the village would fear me. I was a dragon, well, a half dragon at least. I had never fit in as a child, constantly struggling to control my emotions and the transformations they brought." She lifted her arm and held her hand above her face, looking at the back of her hand against the white backdrop of the sky. "Whenever anyone found out what I was, they chased me off, and drove me and my father away. I was afraid that would happen again; I would become an outcast again." Her voice trailed off as she looked at her hand. Her fingers were dirty and rough, her fingernails short and broken.
"What happened?" Jarvan said after a few moments of silence. Shyvana looked up at him and blushed.
"I tried to run." Shyvana said.
"You tried to run?" Jarvan said, blankly. Shyvana nodded, blushing a deeper shade or red.
"Isaacs wouldn't let me though." She closed her hand and opened it again, this time looking at her palm. Her fingers were bloody and cut to ribbons, her skin a mix of brown, gray and red rather than the soft pale pink of the rest of her body. "I tried to fight at first, but he simply shouted me down... and then he slapped me." She wore a smile and giggled at the look of astonishment on Jarvan's face. "Don't look surprised, it wasn't bad." She touched her cheek and smiled. "I think he was more scared than I was hurt." She smiled and stifled a bit of laughter with her hand. "He looked like I was about to bite his head off." Jarvan laughed at that, shaking his head.
"And it worked?" He said, raising an eyebrow. Shyvana blushed but nodded, still smiling.
"'A Demacian warrior does not cry!' he shouted at me." Shyvana said as Jarvan chuckled softly, shaking his head again, exhaling heavily though his nose. "'If you wish to stay by the Prince's side, you must become strong.' I thought he was crazy but it was true." Shyvana blinked a few times, a tear running down her cheek. "He said something else to me..."
"And what was that?" Jarvan said, looking down at her. She blushed furiously and refused to meet his gaze, staring down at the blanket that covered her.
"He said 'Someday, I might be calling you queen.'" Shyvana's voice trailed off.
Jarvan was stunned for several seconds, before color flushed his cheeks. Shyvana nervously met his gaze and then glanced away, her face nearly the color of her hair. Jarvan chuckled softly, drawing one leg into his chest, resting an arm atop his knee. He rested his chin upon his arm as he gazed out across the barren remains of the area. He smiled to himself as he imagined Isaacs talking down to a creature who could have easily snapped him in half had she been so inclined. "Sounds like him..." He sighed. Shyvana looked up nervously at the Prince, surprised, but he simply nodded his thanks and smiled at her.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to overstep my bounds. I wasn't trying to make you feel sad." Shyvana said nervously, but Jarvan shook his head. He slid his hand into hers and Shyvana gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. He gave her a sad and fleeting smile.
"No, it's alright..." Jarvan said softly, turning his head away. "Good memories are something that will never leave you." He wiped at his cheeks and then looked up to the sky. "What a terrible day for rain."
"Jarvan?" Shyvana looked up at the sky, as Jarvan's hand tightened down around her own. "But, what do you mean? It's not raining." She looked from the sky to Jarvan as he pulled his helm further down his brow, hiding his eyes.
"Yes, yes it is." Jarvan said softly, his voice wavering. Shyvana looked surprised but she nodded, blinking as her eyes started to well up. She pulled his hand to her lips and kissed it gently, as Jarvan leaned down over her, sobs shaking his body as he started to wail, his tears now running freely down his face, splashing down upon the blanked that covered Shyvana.