"Rita," Tyr starts, immediately woken up from his stupor when he hears the bed creak and she sheet fall.

Her skin is pale and bloodless. Her hair is still matted with her own blood, but she's alive. In a way. He rushes over to her bedside to be with her again.

"I'm sorry," he chokes out. He hasn't moved from his vigil for more than a few minutes in the past 24 hours. Even dead, something told him not to leave her.