Eric longed to comfort his wife. To touch her and hold her and stop what was happening. But he also did not wish her to somehow get pulled into the ... mess .. of what he was currently. He did not even know how to accurately describe the sensation, and had no idea if they were going to be alive after.
Lief had grown completely silent, and Eric could not turn to look at him. Moving their hands and feeling for the other man told him that Lief's head had become a part of his neck and shoulder. And that the mass was shifting upward, as if to realign itself better.
He watched Baba's power begin to destroy the room. He tried to encourage her to keep fighting and demanding, but his mouth was no longer a mouth. Eric kept his eyes on his wife for as long as he could, until they too were swallowed into the blob.
The pair melted entirely, then. Becoming a formless and featureless substance on the bed, moving a bit like gelatin. Slowly, features began to form. Legs and arms, a distinct head. Until it was one Eric, curled on the sheets, eyes closed.