Another coughed up sludge of crimson trickled down Nahawi’s lip and across his chin. His red stained teeth gritted as he continued to hold on, fighting against everything in him that wanted his body to give up right there. “Not yet.” He hissed at himself, forcing the pain to a spot he could manage. He had never once been one to truly quit, even if he was a ghost instead of a man. He had been a strong stallion and he was pulling from the past to hold onto the present. “Bravery never ends in quitting.” He snarled past the lacing agony in his throat.

Hearing hooves and smelling Khar’pern, Nahawi turned his head to face a mare from his past. “I can't say.” He coughed, laughing after it as he shook his head. “It's my due for past transgressions.” His frame trembled as he forced one leg before another. Pulling from that lost strength he once had, he forced himself to stand. Swaying on his pale hooves, the man felt his heart stutter in his chest. Not letting it fall silent though, he moved a few steps forward and lowered his snout before Khar’pern, using her figure as a ground while he stood a few feet from her face.

“I needed to say goodbye though.” He managed, heaving heavy breaths as he trembled where he stood. “To say I'm proud of you and the Peak.” Again he coughed, his face contorting into a pain filled wince as his tongue rolled in his mouth. “That you've done more than others have.” Swaying, the broken red dun stumbled forward a step, but managed to not fall against her. “That no matter what choices you've made, that you'll always have my respect.”