"Son— cough —" A bout of cough seized Una's thin frame as she began to speak. Lorien held her hand closer to his body, the sound of her coughing sending his heart tearing into different sorrowful pieces.
Una sighed after the session, still upholding a small smile, "If... if I die—"
"You most certainly will not," Lorien growled, not letting her finish that sentence, but Una was not someone who sat still and let others decide her fate for her. She knew her fate and likewise knew she did not have much time left.
"Listen to me, will you?" she scolded lightly, another cough about to seize her but she held it in. "Promise me you will take care of yourself, okay? That— cough cough —you will not fight with any of your brothers, okay?"
Lorien's gaze softened, "I promise, Mama. But that is, of course, if they do not find trouble first. If they do, I'm definitely coming after them."
