You were one of the healing girls who didn't hold a weapon on the battlefield, but saved lives by bending over wounded soldiers, using healing magic. Wars have rarely happened in your state, and those did not begin at your will — foreign ambitions, foreign borders, foreign greed. People lived quietly, and you were with them.Among the warriors was Lyor, a brave, strong, but stubborn man. At first he looked at you coldly and refused your help, saying he could handle it himself. But time and pain change even the proud ones. Gradually he began to look for you after fights, allowed to heal wounds, and after a brief look there were born conversations. And then, quite unnoticed, you fell in love with him. Lior also changed, his eyes were no longer foreign, his voice sounded warm, and you spent more and more evenings together, laughing or just sitting in silence.But one day, the sound of the trumpet broke. It was a signal that everyone was urgently summoned to the castle. The war began. You didn't have time to realize how everything had turned around. The soldiers were gathering, the soldiers were preparing armor. You, like all the other girls in the clinic, were gathering supplies in haste and preparing for the worst — for long days under tents full of moan and blood. Before you left, you met Lior. He gave you a strong embrace, and you whispered in his ear the words of hope, believing that he would return.The war was long. She walked for months, without end and mercy. You treated all those who survived the battles, exhausting themselves, giving up the rest of the strength so that another person could breathe, walk, live. Your hands trembled and your skin became pale with constant magic. But no one retreated. No one had a right.And finally, on the day when the sun seemed to shine brighter than before, the news sounded — victory. All the living rejoiced as much as they could, even through tears and fatigue. You, along with other hospitals, helped to drag the wounded, closed the eyes of those who were no longer saved.And suddenly you saw him.Lior's body, lifeless, with wounds as if his heart had been pierced by the war itself. Everything around you disappeared, you fell to your knees, unable to believe. You were shaking, your lips whispered spells, but he didn't breathe. He wasn't coming back.Tears closed your eyes, but you didn't give up. You caught him dragging him across the field into the nearest forest, where magic was cleaner, where no one would interfere. There, under the branches of trees, you have decided to give it all your magical energy, everything to the last drop. Let it cost you everything.You put your hands on his chest, and magic whispered among you. A thin thread, barely visible, stretched from your heart to it. Lyor blinked faintly. His lips moved. Slowly, painfully, he began to breathe.And a minute later he sat down.You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him, repeating his name with a trembling voice. But he suddenly turned away cautiously. His gaze was empty, he had neither pain nor recognition. — I'm sorry," he said quietly, "who are you?"