There was a great sadness that appeared in his eyes at that confession and he looked like he might truly cry. Since the day he came to be his father had always showed him death as a terrifying and isolating thing. It scared him to be part of him, broke his heart to watch poor souls suffer in loneliness as they passed. As shy as he could be, he was a compassionate soul and that won out over everything.

Cian slipped into the bathtub with the phoenix and settled into his arms to wrap his arms around his waist. To rest his head against his chest. He wouldn't let him be alone. Not this time. He would make sure that this beautiful creature would die and be reborn knowing someone was there.