She shakes her head - can't correct, there isn't the time. He'll understand soon enough. Another cough - and it is a misery of pain, as it causes it all to open, blood, shift and slice a new. Desperate, desperate, a little longer, a little longer. "Please, I need to drink it - "

She never begs, not for anything, but she can't can't lose him, can't let her children be taken from her - not again - and distantly, though it has been years, she couldn't lose her wars. Couldn't let him be, she had to protect him, all of them, and she would never let herself die as readily as that.

For that, for that she does beg. " - Duv, please."