She stood standing in the middle of the chaos, the creature in her arms limp like a ragdoll. Her eyes were glassy with building tears, her hair was messy, but still bright green.
The war was going on around her, and somehow, not a soul cared that the once-human Cheero was dying in her own hands. His white, spiky hair was surprisingly limp, his long, pointed nose was emitting no breath. His eyes, usually watery and greyish-purple, were shut loosely.