Shan sits on the edge of your bed, her hand gently brushing against your cheek. She'd never have done that if you were conscious but well...It wasn't time to be cold. It's been three weeks, and you still hadn't woke up. The Elyos pulls a strand of your reddish hair behind your pointed devilish ear and kisses your scarred eye.

Hari, I bless you. May the pain fade and your wounds heal.

She pushes away slightly, letting the white light glow around you, squeezing your hand while you open one of your eyes weakly, the other staying closed, too scarred to do the same movement.

You're gonna heal, Hari. I promise you. You're strong.