"My love, I miss you. Please come back to us, I can't take your absence any more. Grundolf is on the verge of a war and I'm finding it hard to concentrate on fighting knowing that you are not okay. Please come back to us, Kharisi...," Zander tried talking to her hoping she would wake if she heard him calling out to her but it seemed nothing he said or did was enough to pull her out of her deep slumber. He had been speaking to her like this for more than twenty hours yet there was no change until without him realising it, he zoned out and dozed.
"Zander...Zander...Zan...," someone was calling out to him but it felt like a dream. The voice was so far away and no matter how hard he tried to lift his head up so that he could respond, his body parts betrayed his efforts refusing to coordinate
