Thinking of a Gift

"Girl? Ming Yue? Ming Yue, is everything alright?" 

Senior Zhen's voice turned hazy before clearing up and she turned her attention back to the spirit.

"I'm fine, it's nothing... just... there's a lot to think about", she said to him.

The elderly spirit turned quiet, letting out a small sigh. 

"Whatever it is, I'm sure that you can overcome."

Afterward, his spiritual form dissipated, returning to the sword while Ming Yue sat in bed silently pondering about the future. 

"Xue Yue, what do you think?" she asked, looking at Hongyu instead of Blood Moon.

"I go where you go and I'll die when you die, that's how it's always been", she answered.

Unlike Senior Zhen, Xue Yue was still connected to Ming Yue, they knew each others thoughts. Hearing this from her other self, the woman felt some relief, some assurance. She moved her hand over Hongyu, gently stroking the child's cheek. 

"That's how it's always been..." she muttered.