Skyclad Observer, Part 7

This memory here wasn't a pleasant one, that I knew as much. 

The Magus, Caim, so desperately clinging to life, at the mercy of two individuals who lived beyond the point where the matter of life was a negligible afterthought.

Always over her shoulder, I watch Ria continue to fester in her simmering quiet that was steadily growing fierce.

Meanwhile, Terestra appearing satisfied with what had been relayed by him thus far, twirled her fingers in a flourish, and then at once the gasping Caim, the coughing Caim, inhaled deep, and began to breathe again.

He took in the air like a fish to water, his mouth wide open and his chest a large rising swell that wouldn't fall - and for a moment fleeting and brief, in the tension leaving with the tears trickling down his face - all was well.