She feels like she's drowning, water in her lungs. (Blood is thicker than water, a red sea inside of her.)

With the last of her strength, she grabs hold of one of his arms, reaches out with her soul toward his light.

She knows what dying feels like, she's done it before, although not in this frail shape, so very small. Something cold and dark wants to swallow her up and she's so TIRED, but she hangs on to him.

The necklace shatters under his hand as it gives up the last of its strength.