If Cian wasn't pulling his hand free, Gaja would certainly keep hold of it. That cool skin felt good in his grip. During these last few days, Gaja's body burned with fever, as if his fire burned out of control inside his body in preparation to engulf him. Touching anyone was a relief, but Cian even more.

"I'm usually alone while I'm dying," he explained, still keeping his voice low and quiet. Though he dies regularly, it's still a frightening thing to do alone.