[ Death by illness is something Era is only now able to comprehend, having finally experienced true sickness firsthand. She would rather die in most other ways than slowly feeling her body waste away like that. ]

...Have you ever died peacefully? Just... fallen asleep, and not woken up again in the morn?

[ Era rubs the smooth curve of her horn against his chest; an absentminded gesture of affection that has become almost habit now. ]

Then perhaps I shall try it, though only from your cup.