Dayton Blackwood always believes in every decision he makes, and understands why he's doing what he's choosing to do. It's for the first time, that Day doesn't understand his actions as he walks towards the infirmary. Standing outside the large doors that tower over him, he takes a deep breath and pushes the right door open and steps through. Day turns slightly to close the door behind him without making too much noise and to give him more time to prepare himself.

"Didn't expect to see you here, of all people," a confident voice remarks behind him.

Day jumps slightly and turns around to face Amisha Jeet sitting next to Sierra. He can feel the blood rushing through his veins, feeling like he's been caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

"Why is that?" Day replies, finally gathering his wits together.

Amisha raises an eyebrow. "You're not exactly her fan, are you?"

"I just didn't trust her."

"What? Now you do?" Amisha retorts back.

Day's eyes move to Sierra and Amisha's eyes track his sight. He looks at the red haired witch lying on the bed, so still.

Just when Amisha thinks Day isn't going to reply, he says, "I think so."

"What changed?" Amisha asks curiously, watching him intently.

"She saved my life in the task by doing something that she really didn't like. She let you levitate her and even though I was barely hanging on, doesn't take a genius to figure out how much Kingsley hates giving someone control over her, especially in mid air."

Amisha nods and looks back at Sierra lying on the bed. Guilt and regret fill her face, painting her facial expression grim and sombre.

"Will she be alright?" Day asks.

Amisha doesn't remove her eyes from Sierra. "I don't know."

Day surprises himself as he pulls a chair over and sits down on the other side of the bed, across from Amisha.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

Amisha looks up a Day, looks back down at Sierra and then looks at the large doors.

"It's alright, you don't have to – ."

"I told you we were looking into the courtyard." Amisha pauses, meeting Day's eyes. "Tonight she turned up with a bunch of shit that was meant to help us figure it out. Something about figuring out what everyone in the courtyard has thought. It was crazy stuff, but I think she was onto something."

"Where is the stuff?" Day asks, trying not to let his incredulity show.

Amisha glances down and then picks up Sierra's tote bag. "I pretended like it was my books and school stuff, when the professors finally came."

Day nods in understanding.

"Do you mind if I take a look, see if I can figure something out?"

"Why would you do that?" Amisha asks, her eyes wary.

Day looks at Sierra again.

"You got attacked in the courtyard, and Sierra's ended up in here twice. Sue me for thinking that solving this mystery might save us from danger."

Amisha nods, handing the bag over.

"I should probably head off, got an early session with Highmore tomorrow," Day says, standing up.

As Day puts the chair back in its place, he spots the red candle on the bedside table next to Sierra. The candle looks nearly half way burnt, wax dripping down dangerously.

"A summoner witch with a burning candle, not sure how I feel about you calling evil spirits and all," Day remarks with a chuckle, walking towards the door.

It's only then the power in his veins throbs the hardest since he's walked in here. He pauses, mid walk, his eyes narrowing. Day turns around, his eyes dropping on a frozen Amisha. Day can feel Amisha's worry and fear, in an almost overwhelming way.

In his past sessions with Gwendolyn Highmore, Day had been working on sensing other's emotions and now it was something that sometimes turned on by itself. And right now, Day could feel that his sentence wasn't far from the truth.

He looks at Amisha, then at the candle and then at Sierra.

"What are you doing?" He asks, his voice dangerously low.

"She died."

Day's eyebrows rise.

"I think," Amisha adds, looking more uncertain than Day had ever seen her.

Day moves closer. "What do you mean you think?"

Amisha sighs, running her hands through her hair.

"We were in the courtyard, everything happened so fast, when she got attacked, I tried attacking whoever came after us, but they literally disappeared. And then I tried helping Sierra, and her eyes were just wide and all she could do was try and grab her necklace. I could feel the life in her drifting away. And then she closed her eyes and before I knew what I was doing I sent something after her with my magic and she latched on."

"What do you mean you sent something after her?" Day asks, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip.

Amisha meets his eyes.

"I think I sent a part of me after her."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm not entirely sure, it's called the vita mortem vinculum. A bond through life and death. It's forbidden, and there isn't much on it. But from what I've gathered, I need to keep this candle lit until it's fully melted," Amisha explains, signalling to burning red wax.

"What happens if it dies?" Day dares to ask, his heart pounding beneath his ribs. He had no form of attachment to Sierra Kingsley, but at this point he was sure he owed her a life debt.

"I have my guesses, but honestly, I'm not so keen to find out."

"Fair," Day replies casually with a shrug as if speaking of daily chores. Butter? Check. Eggs? Check. Possibly disastrous bond with unknown consequences and boundaries? Check.

Day props the tote bag on the ground carefully, trying to not damage the contents. Who knows what Sierra had put in there?

"I think, I'll stay here with you, just until the candle's finished."

Amisha can't help the shock that reveals itself on her face. "And why would you do that."

"I owe her," Day replies, nodding towards Sierra and sits back down. "Might as well look at her bag now anyways. Two minds are better than one, after all."

With those words, Day dug into her bag, pulling out the ingredients she had gathered for the spell. Next, he pulls out a thick book, his hands freezing and his eyebrows narrowing. Day can sense her emotions. He flips the books open, the dreadful feeling in his stomach growing as he reaches page three hundred and eighty nine.

"What is it?" Amisha asks, watching Day intently.

"This," Day starts, his eyes skimming through the words printed on the paper. "I think this is the last thing Sierra touched before she – ."

Day couldn't finish the sentence.

"Before she died, you mean."

Day looks up at Amisha. "Between you and I, I would keep that a secret just so you can avoid some trouble."

Amisha nods.

"What can you feel?"

"Her pain, she was scared but still determined," Day answers, his eyebrows scrunched up.

Putting the book aside, he lifts up a few cork bottles with strange looking liquids.

"Where on Earth did she get this?" Day asks, looking up at Amisha with disbelief.

"Beyond me."

Day pulls out a little notebook, the spine a little cracked and the pages a little stained. His lips pinch into a thin line.

"What is that?"

Day's fingers hesitantly flip through the notebook, full of spells and incantations. He tries to concentrate, but there is an overwhelming volume of emotions associated with each page. Day flips back to the front page to see the name Robert Kingsley scrolled messily.

"Her dad?" Amisha asks as a question.

Daynods, putting the book away feeling like an intruder. He gazes at the burningcandle, so close to its very end and Day ponders how he ended up here, andwhere else this path will take him.