Amidst the dimly lit room, you recline on the bed, your body seemingly more exhausted than you initially anticipated. The gentle creak of the cot echoes softly as you shift your weight, the worn-out mattress dipping under your form.

"Hey, Nyx," Anakin whispers, as he takes a seat beside your bed. The subtle rustling of his garments is the only sound to be heard in the quietude of the room.

You peer up at him with weary eyes, a look of fatigue etched upon your face. "It seems... I need to rest more often," you murmur, your voice barely audible. You clutch the sheet beneath your hand, your knuckles whitening from the strain. "My heart... isn't as strong as it should be," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Anakin's eyes brim with concern as he gazes upon you, his brow furrowed with worry. You extend a hand, gently stroking his cheek, attempting to alleviate his fears.

"Don't worry about me, Anakin," you say softly, your voice laced with a reassuring tone. "You need to see the medic; you got quite a cut there." You gesture towards the wound on his arm, a grim reminder of the recent battle.

Anakin sighs, resigned to the fact that he must address his own injuries before tending to yours. "You got stabbed in the chest, and now your heart is weakening," he says, his voice a mixture of concern and frustration. "You need to be taken care of more; I see that now."

As he speaks, his eyes suddenly flare open, revealing a fierce protectiveness and determination that takes you by surprise. "I won't let anything else hurt you," he vows, his voice a mix of gravel and resolve. The intensity of his gaze leaves you momentarily stunned, a testament to the depth of his feelings for you.

You let out a weak, rattling cough, drawing your hand away from Anakin's cheek. You look down at your trembling fingers, and in that moment, you see flashes of what lies beneath the surface – a monster lurking just beneath the veneer of your humanity.

You lift your hands to your face, a mix of emotions flooding your thoughts. A sudden realization strikes you – you've ensnared one of the strongest Jedi of his generation with your charms, and now you're left to question whether it was all worth it.

"Is it all worth it really?" you whisper, your voice barely audible. The weight of your actions and the consequences they might bring hang heavy in the air, casting a dark shadow over your relationship with Anakin.

Anakin reaches out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Nyx, we all have our burdens to bear," he says, his voice filled with empathy. "I won't abandon you, no matter what you think you are. I see the good in you, and that's what matters most."

His words resonate within you, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos and uncertainty that surrounds you. You lean into his touch, finding solace in his unwavering support. In this moment, you realize that perhaps, despite the darkness that threatens to consume you, there's still a chance for redemption and a future filled with love and understanding.

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As you regain consciousness, you find yourself being carried by Anakin in a bridal style. Despite your protests, he doesn't relent, his strong arms cradling you with a gentleness that belies his immense strength.

You bury your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent that is uniquely his. A wave of emotions washes over you as you try to make sense of the events that have transpired.

"Oh stars, what happened?" you murmur, your voice muffled by his tunic. Your words are barely audible over the sound of your heartbeat, which seems to pound in sync with Anakin's footsteps.

You hear Obi-Wan's voice from somewhere nearby, his tone laced with concern. "What happened?" he asks, his gaze fixed on the two of you.

Anakin's answer is short and to the point. "Nothing," he says, his voice filled with determination. He doesn't elaborate, choosing instead to focus on getting you to safety.

As he carries you through the corridors of the temple, you catch glimpses of other Jedi going about their business. Their curious glances are met with a stoic expression on Anakin's face, as if he's shielding you from their prying eyes.

Finally, you reach your room, and he carefully lays you down on the bed. You watch as he turns to leave, a mixture of gratitude and concern etched on your face. As the door closes behind him, you can't help but wonder what the future holds for the two of you – and whether your bond will be strong enough to withstand the trials that lie ahead.

As you slip into a restful slumber, the vivid imagery of your dream world envelops you.

 You find yourself back in the Glade of Life, bathed in the warm, ethereal light of the realm.

Frost, your faithful companion, bounds towards you with her tongue lolling and her tail wagging excitedly. She leaps at your chest, her exuberance a welcome reminder of the bonds that tie you together.

"Nyx, you're here," she beams, nuzzling you affectionately. You laugh softly, running your fingers through her fur as you wrap a comforting arm around her.

"I'm here, but I'm just sleeping now," you murmur, your voice trailing off as you drift further into the realm of dreams.

Suddenly, the air is filled with the heavy wingbeats of Moonwhisper, who lands gracefully before you. She folds her wings back, her eyes locked onto yours. You can see the effort it takes for her to keep her jaw from trembling, a testament to the gravity of the situation.

"You're back," she says softly, her voice filled with a mix of relief and concern. You nod your head in agreement, gently nudging Frost away from you.

Moonwhisper's gaze met mine, and for a moment, I saw a flash of indignation and anger in her blue eyes. She lowered her head, and her voice was cool as she said, "It's good to have you back, but I know you didn't die this time." I nodded slowly. "I didn't die; I just woke up here in my sleep," I explained.

Frost's face looked sad and worried. "So you're not here to stay?" she asked, her voice filled with hope and doubt. I gave her a gentle lick on the head, but she pulled away and began to retreat, as if she couldn't bear to be near me anymore.

"Why do people always take my friends away from me?" she muttered softly, and ran off through the tall, swaying grass, leaving behind a shadow of sorrow and longing. I gave Moonwhisper a concerned glance. "What's gotten into her?" I asked, and Moonwhisper settled down heavily, with smoke curling around her horns like a mystical aura.

"Since you went back to the world of the living, she hasn't been herself," Moonwhisper said, her voice filled with deep understanding and empathy. "She's been... different."

Moonwhisper's gaze locked onto mine, her expression unyielding. "I don't think Frost will take you back when you're truly gone and can't be saved," she said, her voice firm. With a swift motion, she stood up and spread her wings, their majestic span unfolding like a dark, feathery cloak. "And as for me, I won't either." She turned her back on me, her tail twitching with agitation.

I reached out, my hand extended in a plea. "Wait, Moonwhisper, we're sisters. We don't abandon each other." But she was unforgiving, her growl a low, menacing rumble. "You should have thought of that before you chose to leave us for the world of the living. You've sealed your own fate, Nyx." With that, she took to the skies, leaving me standing alone in the serene, green clearing.