He starts to feel faint...weaker somehow, as though Mela's draining him. Which she is. Her eyes burn brighter, seeming to almost glow.
Mela: Mh~
He feels weaker and weaker, Mela's draining his soul and spirit. She kisses him more and more hungrily.
Mela: Shh...itĺl all be over soon..
Mela pulls away and sighs
Mela: Damn...for a shardkeeper, you sure are weak...
Mela: hm...?
