(You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.)

Amaya held Janai close to her as blood spilled from the wound in the elf's side. Despite her best attempts to stop the blood, her love slowly slipped away before her eyes.

(You make me happy when skies are gray)

The pain of losing another person she cared so deeply about hurt more than any wound she had received from battle. She had told Janai this a few years ago after a battle when Janai was severely injured.

(You'll never know dear how much I love you.)

As the tears fell, Amaya felt a hand cup her cheek and wiped a tear away she looked at Janai's now pale face. The fire in her once feirce amber eyes was now a weak ember now barely hanging on.

(Please don't take my sunshine away)

(The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms.)

Some days after the battle, as Amaya laid in her bed, she dreamed of holding Janai for a minute longer