Emrelda sighed, she laid down next to him, her elbow prompt up, resting her temple on her knuckles " Spiritual things never really die, they just change into something else and they start over...the sad thing is that if Zora does 'Die' she will transform into a new spirit but she will remember nothing about you" the memory of her heart transformation made her flinch, the memory of the horrific pain, the memory that for days all she did was violently spasm in pain, occasionally calming but starting all over again but each time more violently.
"At least you don't have to switch hearts like I-" Emrelda stopped herself. her eyes went wide, she sat up, cross legged. she became tense and rigid, her chest started to contract painfully. she placed an hand over her heart. $#^% this is bad, very bad I almost blurted that I did that sinful, forbidden act...