Oh, How I Feel Alive

Talyssa gracefully ascended the winding castle staircase, her elegant movements never straying too far from Quill's reach as he followed closely behind. She could see the exhaustion in his eyes, despite his stubborn refusal to admit it. Solaire had instructed Quill to take it easy after cleaning out the wounds, and Talyssa was determined to make sure he did just that. As they reached the top of the stairs, she steered them down one of the adjoining hallways, pushing open the heavy wooden door leading into her childhood bedroom - a cozy fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm and welcoming glow around them.

With a gentle dip of her chin, she gestured towards the extravagant four-poster bed. The plush furs that lay strewn across the top of it inviting- or at least more so than where they had slept the previous night. "You heard Solly," she urged gently, her confident tone tinged with a hint of worry. "You need to rest." As she spoke, she moved to light some of the scented candles that sat atop her desk.

"Talyssa Carpathius"