This Is The End; The Only Time I'll Beg

Duchess was roused enough to utter Asla's name in question. The blonde and grey woman gritted her teeth, working to pull herself into a comfortable position. She was so very, very weak. All muscle mass had dissolved like ice in the summer heat. The phrase 'skin and bones' was very fitting.

Once situated in as dignified a manner as she could manage, Asla was left breathing heavily. Her vision shook and, for a moment, she thought she may very well lose consciousness. Asla held on, however. She needed to get this over with. She needed Duchess to make a promise to her.

"Death calls for me, Duchess." Asla stated the obvious, her sharp gaze locked on the woman's blue eyes. The tawny fae's tongue darted out to wet dry lips before she could speak again. "Do you still hold love for Indigo?" Straight to the point. She didn't have time to beat around the bush.

"Aslatiel Indarra"