"Tvora..." A tear dripped off the end of her chin.
Fadran reached forwards and tentatively placed his hand on Tvora's forehead. "I... can't see much. I can't tell if she's... still in there."
"Her name," Ayia said, "is Tvora."
Closing his eyes, Fadran shook his head. "It doesn't work that way. I can't... you can't be the one who gives it to me."
"Will she come back?"
Fadran shook his head. "I don't know."
"Will she be okay?"
"She's alive. She'll probably stay alive. But... not like she used to."
Ayia bowed her head, nodded, and began to cry.