(you and Howl have been married for a few years now. You had twins a few months ago, a girl named Astral and a boy named Kindle. Markl were like the twin's older brother. Calcifer was like the babysitter. You got deathly sick and have been trying to hide it, but it gets harder to do each day. In your old kingdom there was a magic attack that must have damaged your organs and muscles.) Howl: dear... Are you ok?