What Would?

Ri laid on the grass by Dyon, her head on his chest and her mind racing.

The feeling Dyon gave her was completely different now. There was nothing comfortable about his heart beat – it wasn't steady. It was instead strained and sounded nothing like the calm and booming thump it usually was.

Even worse, his flesh was too cool to the touch… It felt like lying on a flesh covered metal table. Yet, Ri continued to lay there, still finding her place here more inviting than any other place in the world.

"Something you know that Alidor doesn't…" Ri said softly. Alidor had only left moments ago, in fact, not even five minutes had passed.

Suddenly, Ri thought of something that made her jump up. Dyon chuckled inwardly at this reaction, 'It's about time… I'll have to punish you after I'm cured.' However, by the time Dyon had finished this thought, Ri had already flashed away with only a single goal in mind.

Soon, Ri reached a special area of the spatial ring.