I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife (Goliath)

Laria's breathing was slightly labored as she remained motionless on the sand. She tried desperately to move her muscles but her commands were not reaching the ligaments. Her mind was screaming to let her out of the paralysis that was unconsciousness state she was trapped in. Slowly, her mind started to fade off into a distant land against her will. She needed someone, anyone, to help her. She'd be forever grateful if someone did... perhaps her mother would aid her. In her mind, she saw all of them standing there. Birch and Éowyn stood at the back of the party as they towered over the rest with the exception of her agemate brother Sequoyah. Aithusa and Kilgharrah stood in front of them, poking at her with their paws. They looked back to their mother and her dearest mother shot her a smile. She was standing, walking, and talking! That was more than she had done in over three months before Laria's leave. "Laria, my precious daughter. Remain strong - promise me you'll remain strong." The hallucination grew as Laria nodded, giving into the state as she responded, desperate to hear her mother's healthy voice once more. "Mother, you know I'll never give up." The voice was cracked and desperate. Laria attempted to stand before realizing what had happened. Her mother and her had switched places. Laria was too weak to move, her hoarse voice fading out fast. She was the one who was dying but at least her mother was safe and sound. With that knowledge in mind, Laria gave into the numb state of darkness and painlessness. Would a savior truly grace her?