A few hours after the incident in the Dark Master's lair, Spyro slowly opens his eyes. He lifts his head off the ground and feels an intense pain run down his spine causing him to close his eyes and try to resist the pain. When he opens them again, the purple dragon looks at his own body, noticing several wounds from which the blood no longer flowed, except for one. Beneath each wound was a red trail running from his body to the ground, where he had a large pool of blood, which dyed his belly, once yellow gold, now bright red.
Horrified at losing so much blood, he licks the wound twice as it continued to bleed, hincing at the pain of his tongue massaging the wound. She stops bleeding with it, then looks around. He was on a giant plain, with no trees, lakes, or caves. There was a flock of deer ahead, which didn't make the landscape so "dead".
Spyro's eyes widen and he starts looking around frantically, looking for Cynder, finding her a few feet behind him, lying unconscious.
–CYNDER! -He yelled as he tried to get up, but his muscles wouldn't support him. After the third unsuccessful attempt to get up, he decides to crawl to Cynder's body, leaving a trail of blood in the grass he walks through.
Minutes pass before Spyro arrives in Cynder's body. When he gets close enough, he puts his head on her chest and breathes a sigh of relief when he hears her heart pounding.
He knew he wouldn't be able to wake her up, so he decides to lie there until she wakes up. As he does so, he feels a cold liquid in his stomach, which causes him to pull away and notice a giant pool of blood gushing from beneath Cynder, previously unnoticed by his attention to simply getting close to her.
"She's still bleeding! How much blood... If she loses a little more..." -At this he shakes his head, expelling such thoughts. Then he walks around Cynder and faces her.
All the wounds, on the paws, arm, chest, neck and head, were bleeding slowly.
Spyro moves closer and begins to delicately lick each wound. Due to the quantity, it takes more than half an hour for him to make all the wounds stop bleeding and the rusty taste of the blood was predominant in his mouth. When he's done, look along her body to see if there were any other bleeding wounds.
When he looks down at Cynder's head, though, a drop of water falls on the tip of his muzzle, drawing his attention upwards. –Nice! Everything I wanted now! -Looking for somewhere to hide, but finding nothing but grass and more grass, he sighs. -Excellent!
The rain tightens and turns from rain to storm in minutes. Spyro tried to cover Cynder with his wings, but the water was coming towards her face, preventing her from breathing, which made him use one wing to protect her nose and the other for the rest of her body.
She'll get Sick like this! I need to cover it entirely... -At that moment an idea occurs.
As hours had passed, he gets up slowly and with wobbly legs, ready to break. He goes through one front paw over Cynder and lands it on the other side. When it feels firm, he does the same with the other paw. Standing crosswise over Cynder, he lies down affectionately on top of her, spreads his wings wide, and resting his head on her front legs. In this way, Cynder being completely covered by her wings.
He shivers uncontrollably from the cold, but he stays there. he couldn't stop thinking about Cynder's words in Malefor's lair: "I love you."
After forty minutes of incessant storm, when the pools of blood had already been washed away, the dragoness finally opens her emerald green eyes.
She doesn't feel Spyro on top of her until she fully regains her senses. Rather, she realizes the pain of the wounds, the place she was in, and the storm. When she doesn't feel the water on her body, she than looks up, noticing Spyro's wing covering her. She then looks down at his rib and sees Spyro's belly lying on top of her.
"S... Spyro? -She stutters due to the pain she felt, in a very low and weak way.
–Cynder! He looks at her from under the wing. -You're awake! -He was completely soaked.
The moons were already lighting up the sky and reflecting the water off Spyro's purple scales, making him look amazing to Cynder.
She couldn't speak because she thought Spyro was amazing, despite his wounds. Then she finally pulls herself together. -My wounds... They're big! -She smells one and smells Spyro's scent on her. -Oh! Spyro, I... -She smiles at him. -Thanks!
Spyro smiles and lightens her weight so she can straighten up. then lies down again after that. -I'm not hurting you, am I? -He asks, fearful.
-No, no! It's just... -She hesitates for a moment. -Perfect. -She closes her eyes, feeling Spyro's warmth. Then she finally realizes he was shaking. -Spyro! You're going to get sick! You don't have to!
He looks into her eyes and says, with a sweet smile. -There's nothing in the world to stop me from protecting you, Cynder!
She feels her cheeks burn. Since she doesn't say anything, he continues.
-I heard what you said in Malefor's lair! And I... I love you too...
Surprised, Cynder opens her mouth when she hears those words and widens her eyes, her cheeks flushed.
Without warning, Spyro brings his face close to hers and presses his lips to hers, smiling.
The dragoness is paralyzed, but gradually surrenders, closing her eyes and kissing him in response.
Cynder could taste the blood in Spyro's mouth, but she didn't care. In fact, it made her happier, because she knew that this was her own blood, which meant that Spyro really cared about her.
An intense heat was inside Cynder, making her dare and intertwine their tongues, and Spyro seemed to like it, for the instant their tongues intertwined, Cynder felt his tail curl around hers.
Standing like this for a full minute, rainwater dripped from Spyro's muzzle into Cynder's. The first to separate the kiss was Spyro.
–... For all eternity! -He lovingly licks Cynder's forehead and hears, for what he remembers as the first time, Cynder giggle.
-Ahh... Spyro. I love you so much! -She says after a sigh.
Spyro looks up at the moons and realizes that the storm has turned to rain again, slowing down.
-Sleep, Cynder! You're badly hurt. More than me! Lost a lot of blood...
-Is that why your belly is red? -Interrupts her.
-Yes and no...
-What do you mean? -Cynder tilts her head, confused.
-When I woke up I was lying in the pool of my blood, but I wasn't bleeding anymore. But you still were!
-And you stopped the blood...
-Uh-huh...
–Thanks! -She licks Spyro's muzzle.
Spyro smiles at her. -Well... Get some sleep! I'll keep you warm.
-But you're weak! -Cynder feels a heat coming from Spyro and starts purring. -Mhhh... What is it?
-I may not have the strength, but the heat of the fire flows in my blood. I can heat any part of my body that has blood in it. -Spyro feels his legs weaken and lays his body down on Cynder more. -My legs! ARG! Am I hurting you?
-Don't worry, Spyro. The curve of your belly won't let me hurt. -She puts her head on her front legs and yawns.
-Sleep well. When i'm better i'm going to hunt two deer that I saw for us to eat!
-Mhhh... Deer! I love deer! -She closes her eyes and falls asleep almost instantly due to the blood loss.
Spyro stands with his muzzle flush with hers, staring into her closed eyes.
"It's all over at last! We can live a life of our own now, Cynder! Build a family! I can't believe Malefor is gone forever! Finally, after years of fighting, bloodshed, wars... Losses." Tears form in Spyro's eyes as he remembers Ignitus. He looks up at the sky. "Now that it's all over and you could live in peace again, you're dead... Why does the world have to be this way? Why do the good ones die the most? Ahhh... Ignitus... It's only been two days, but it feels like an eternity. I miss you so much! I wanted you here!" He looks at Cynder again. "I'm following my heart, like you said... Thanks for everything, Ignitus..." A single tear falls from Spyro's eye as he finally surrenders to sleep, next to Cynder.