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Tam sits numb on the floor. He has achieved what was needed, but has learned something horrible at the same time. He had offered himself completely and the offering had been refused, not merely refused but rejected as unfitting. Had the three lost souls not joined him, it all would have been for naught. Stunned he stumbles to his feet and staggers away from the cheerful gathering, blindly making his way down a hall and out into a garden, where he collapses from exhaustion. Back in the cave his body spasms once, twice, three times... then goes limp. He's alive, but only barely, the thread which ties him to his form has frayed until it is barely as thick as a single hair.

Tam sighs and speaks in a voice barely above a whisper in a voice strained beyond quite possible repair. "I serve the one over all... my voice should have been heard... nay, it was heard.... why did he turn away?" The last is a cry of anguish so great that it threatens to tear out the heart of any who heard.

But Tam does not hear her. Lost in his grief, he lhears little else but the silence which now sits in his soul.

Tam slowly raises his head, opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. He rubs his throat, swallows painfully, and tries again, with much the same result. He looks up at her and tears well up in his eyes.

The angel nods glumly and walks over to where Kero sleeps, He kneels down by the small dragon's side and embraces him, waiting to be picked up.

The voice is faint and far away. Tam tries to reply but his head feels as though it is full of mush and his thoughts are too jumbled to form anything understandable.

**I was just going to say the same thin... pleasant dreams, dulcha... amrito vek biggrin **

Tam shakes his head in confusion. What he hears sounds more like dissonance than music... mayhaps he's just tired... mayhaps he's over reached himself... remember... his magic lies in the realm of music and any mage who over reaches themselves has hell to pay for it... and music is magic in his hands....

Tam lifts a head that feels ten times the size of the Grand Canyon and seeing where he is,slips over to Kerobian's side to check on the mage. Outside he can hear the draconic lecture which has been faintly penetrating his uneasy slumber. He grimaces in sympathy, praying that Emnast has the endurance to wait his mother out, and looks slowly around for his children. Mara is nowhere to be seen, but a tiny familiar whimper and Bez's soothing voice can be heard from the living room. Ari is nearby, lying on the bed, curled up between Hopian great paws, the two of them are asleep, protected by a form of force shield.

Hopian looks decidedly odd, his fur instead of long and soft is kind of crinkly and stunted, but he can't reach him to see what is wrong with it. But Ari looks fine and deeply asleep. Wondering why the lion has shielded the two of them off, he decides it doesn't matter. They are safe. They all are and that is all that matters.

Wishing he could remove his head and reattach it later when it stops hurting, Tam curls around the dragonling on the bed and closes his eyes, nuzzling close and passes out once more.