"T-T-This is my fate."

Rismia turned her head tiredly, her hair messily covering her face. "What dx yxu mean?"

Acrima was still sat up, her feet hanging off the bed, making it too uncomfortable to sleep, also making her miss her recuperacoon as she could at least curl up in a ball in it. "I-I-I'm going to die." She began, sitting up fully and pulling her knees up to her chest, her eyes glued to the filled bucket in the corner of the room. "A-A-And that poor grub w-w-will suffer like I h-h-have."

Rismia blinked, pushing herself up and sitting up to stare at her. "Suffer? Die? What dx are yxu talking abxut?" She asked, crawling over to stare at her. Acrima lifted her shoulders, and dropped them again. "What was that?"

"A human shrug. The derse gods told me about it."

Rismia scowled, standing up from the bed, "sx yxu are telling me, yxu came here with yxur pail, did this, xnly because yxu were 'fated' tx."

Acrima looked over to her matesprit, scanning her eyes back over her as she uncovered herself from the blankets. "Your grub marks a-a-are showing."

"This is nxt currently abxut being naked." Rismia resorted, her arms crossing. "This is abxut yxu tricking me intx yxur fate bull-hxckey!"

"Sweetie I h-h-have to have a g-g-grub or I won't b-b-be following my fate." Acrima tried to reason, uncurling herself to go eye-to-eye, "I-I-I will die tomorrow."

Rismia covered her mouth, the red tears soon trickling down her cheeks, falling into large, welcoming arms.

"I-I-I will not sleep t-t-today, you will be s-s-safe for sundown." Acrima whispered into her hair, "for m-m-my final goodbye." She added, rubbing her back with a sad smile. "My f-f-final gift is a g-g-good sleep for you, t-t-the first of many."

Rismia grabbed her matesprits horn, making the large troll wince, "Why are yxur stupid fates never wrxng?" She cried out loudly, whining at her until her throat began to hurt.

Acrima smiled, wrapping the tiny blankets around her tiny matesprit, "b-b-because they are gods." She replied, kissing her forehead. "I-I-It's hard to be w-w-wrong when you can s-s-see the future and s-s-stuff."

Rismia shakes her head, sadly laughing and hiding her face in the blanket, still warm, reeking of lemon, thanks to her yellow blooded matesprit. "Please stay here, I'll keep yxu safe and yxu'll be alive and with me..." She pleaded.

"Then this would b-b-be a doomed timeline, I-I-I have to die." Acrima gently ruffled her hair, looking at the window, seeing it was finally dark again. Pailing would have taken a lot of her final moments from her.

"I-I-It is time."

"Nx please..."

Acrima got out of bed and slipped on her clothes. "You w-w-will see me soon, i-i-in person, I promise."

Then she left. Rismia quickly ran after her, but two seconds too late.

The bright yellow blood covered her from head to toe.

The body fell, only to find a troll with a gun on the other side.

"NX"