The warmth of his hand gripped hers, the only warmth Seble could feel at that point. Her body grew cold and rigid as blood seeped through her stomach onto the table she was laid on. She had done this to herself and she knew it. When Seble went to the cemetery, she had every intention to not walk out alive. She did not plan on Rasnath following her, but in some ways she was relived she was not to die alone. He told her he'd miss her, and that he never stopped loving her just as she had never stopped loving him. She could feel the warmth of his arms around her as she trembled a bit, but then she sunk the knife into her stomach.
Rasnath panicked, pulling her onto his lap as the knife stuck out of her stomach. Tears streamed down Seble's face, part of her longed for him to let her go. But as she looked at his face, she saw what she loved in the beginning. The little glimmer of good that she had seen in him since the beginning. She wanted to have him again, to help him. And she didn't want to leave him to suffer her death.
He asked her what she wanted, a healer or not. She knew Rasnath enough to say she wanted death, he would give it to her no matter how much it hurt him. He was different from many men in that way. Part of the reason Seble loved him as well. However, she knew there would be no possibility of surviving, and even when she wanted death to begin with, he reminded her of happiness in life. So she asked for a healer, her voice cracking out weakly in pain.
Though thanks to Seble's shitty luck, no healer was to be found, and the two ended in the library of Bree. Rasnath went to inspect the wound, with a glimmer of hope he could heal it himself, but he found it too deep for even him, and Seble gripped onto his hand as she felt her life slip away from her. So many words, so many things she wanted to say, but she couldn't get the words to come out. The only thing she could whisper was that she loved him before she grew rigid, her last breath escaping her.
And with that, Seble's life was gone and Rasnath was left to burry her and find his old friend, Thrazak, who mourned their loss.
