He didn't realize the sensation that had come over him when Macklyn said his name until there was blood and no visible wounds. Lifting his fingers to his face, Eric realized he was crying. These were tears. He hadn't cried in....he couldn't remember. He couldn't remember.
"Save it." It was all he could manage. He barely was able to speak. His muscles felt too tight and his head was aching. Slowly the immortality from the bird began to creep back over him, and it was a sensation he was familiar with on rare occasions. Bran was healing. He would be okay. And so would the other bird.
Unable to look at the scene, Eric turned. He sat down. His legs felt like jelly and his heart raced. He closed his eyes.
The other bird cawed softly in pleading. Save me. Eric could hear the voice in his head. It was faint, but there. The connection was there too and he could feel it's pain and loss but it wasn't as prominent as it was with Bran. The phantom might be dead now but the connection, the tie was still there.