He stayed. He's staying. There's something about this that feels frighteningly familiar, collapsed on her back and fast fading away. Her hand reaches out for him, but goes wide. She doesn't dare to turn her head and can barely see him at the edge of her vision, which is rapidly fading to white. "I... I don't understand. I'm a Shadow, I..."

A Shadow that's bleeding out, lying in a sunbeam. Her last words cut off in a high, mournful cry, and she explodes into a shower of inky darkness and white feathers.