"This isn't about me anymore... it's about him." Marika said manifesting by her husband's bedside, The Eternal Queen gently floated above her Lord, his body wrecked with a sickness that even she couldn't name, but that didn't make it uncurable "Over ten millennia and to end like this? No, not like this." Marika extended her hand, the ring in her palm, it's carvings moving on the surface on the gold "Take it Lord, be mine again, be mine and fight back against this disease and whoever did this to you, please."