Conaan closed his eyes as he let himself slowly submerge in the water, the blood staining the water and turning it a light red.

He brought his hand to his hair, the robe he had gone in with clinging to his skin, his lips forming a smalll o as he let out a small breath.

It was exhausting. The war, and with Eleanor. She exhausted him. It exhausted him.

He swallowed as he pulled out of the water, then sat on the edge, watching solemnly as the water drained away slowly.

Clean water was filled in, and he watched it as it reached his feet, his lips turned upside down,...