Lyd: Farewell, Cernabog. *she studies the flower in her hands* My lady, is there anyway you coukd convince the Celestials that my fathers deaths weren't by my hand? I miss my home...*she puts the flower in her pouch on her hip and kneels next to jack placing her hand covered in light giving him the strength to wake* He mustn't know my feelings, they will be made known to him when the time is right