Last chapter...

Azalea couldn't open her eyes. Her limbs felt stiff but she didn't feel the cold anymore.

She felt something touch her lip, "Drink this, trus' me." a voice urged.

Recognizing Parraya's accent, Azalea obliged as the cabbage-tasting mixture flooded her mouth.

Azalea pried her eyes open, immediately regretting it. The light seemed to flood into her brain.

"Oops, sorry, let me turn that down." Parraya turned down the lights so Azalea could open her eyes.

She was in the hospital. Again. She looked at her arms to see that they were tightly bound, and so was the rest of her body except for her ling area so she could breathe.

"What's this for?" Azalea pointed at the bandages.

"You were thrashing, and you bruised yourself. Also for security. You seemed, well, tense." Parraya looked down, "We were really worried abou' you. Especially Tarsier. He almost used his magic to heal you."

Azalea looked down, "So he really does care about me." she looked at Parraya, "What happened?"

"We found you over Curium's dead body, your eyes were hollow and sunken and your muscles were gone, it was a miracle you survived the cold for more than a minute." Parraya's eyes became searching, "You mus' have something more special than ever to defeat someone like Curium."

"How did I survive? It must have taken weeks to deplete my muscles." Azalea reasoned.

"Talk to Tarsier," she picked up her supplies, "But not today. You need to stay in bed and get at least 20 pounds back."

"Ugh." Azalea groaned as she slumped onto the bed.

She didn't have to wait long until Tarsier came in himself, holding a small package wrapped in gold paper.

"Azalea? You awake?" he whispered, his scales a milky white and blue

"Yes, you big lymphatus frog." she smiled. It was hard to keep the pink down.

Tarsier chuckled, "Well, I heard that you wanted to talk to me, and I feel like I should come to you,"

"Well yes," she thought for a moment, "Do I ask questions? Or do you tell me?"

"Wow, you're actually asking me? What did you do with the real Azalea?" he smiled at her, "Tell me what you want to know."

Azalea squinted in thought, "How did you know when to come save me? And, well, everything."

"I knew when to come save you because I enchanted the necklace to tell me when you were in trouble, and I got a pretty bad tremor, so I started over in IceWing form, but it got stronger and stronger, so I broke in and saw you and Curium. We think she put a spell to affect you when you were 473-5, but it didn't affect you until your true form was back, then it caught up with you," he looked down, and a single tear went down his snout, "I-I wish I didn't send you to clean up my mess."

"What do you mean?" she felt a pang of sorrow as she saw him so beaten down.

Tarsier turned bright red, "I've... done a lot wrong in my past... and I... well..." he itched the large scar on his forearm.

Azalea found herself hugging him, "I can't believe I am saying this, but, when you hugged me back there, I felt complete. No matter what you did, I'll still lo- accept you who you are today."

"Seriously, what did you do with Azalea?" he sniffed, "She would never say such sentimental things,"

They hugged for a while before Parraya came in and told Tarsier to leave so she could get some rest.

"Your body is so worn, both mentally and physically, you'll need a week to recover." she said before closing the door and shutting off the lights.

Azalea had peaceful dreams that night.

A week later...

Azalea could finally move around, and she was now training with Tarsier under Parraya's watchful eye.

But now, she was getting lectured by Tarsier about what happened and why it happened.

"For potusberry's sake, Tarsier, I was there!" she groaned.

"Well, I know, but just making sure." he turned a bit pink, as he had each time he saw her or when she talked.

"Now for the important question, Why did you hug me?" she had been trying to ask him, but couldn't gather the courage until now.

He turned a brilliant shade of carnation, "I-I..." then he turned an even more impressive shade of pink and red, "I... I was really worried, and I um..." he looked up at her, "Can I tell you something?"

Pleased, excited, and curious about what he was going to say, she nodded, "Of course... but I'm afraid I have something to say to."

"Ok, well, I did... something really bad when I was a dragonet. I really don't wanna talk about it, but I feel responsible for your past, but... you make me feel... different." he turned a lighter shade, "Like a dragonet again. I just wanted to say, I-I think I love you." he almost mumbled the last part at the speed of light.

Azalea felt such a rush of emotions. She felt happy, confused, excited, and... well she didn't know.

"I want to say something to," she tried to keep the strawberry color from rising to her scales. Tarsier shut his eyes and clamped his fists, preparing for a burn, "I think I love you too." she said as she pecked his cheek.

He relaxed and looked at her, "Wait, does that mean-?"

All of the sudden Parraya burst in and wrapped them both in a group hug, "I knew it! I knew it!" she smiled so big Azalea thought her face would split, "Also, stop being awkward, you're making everyone uncomfortable." she released them.

Tarsier rubbed his neck self-consciously, "Um... So Azalea, wanna go spar?"

Azalea smiled and set her tail out, "Of course,"

Tarsier twined his tail around hers, in a quite awkward fashion, "I hope this is right,"

Azalea tried to twine again, "Um... I've never done this before, I thought you might know..."

"Heh..." he looped his tail with hers, "Let's just do this." He smiled at her, "Is that okay, Lea?"

"Of course, you potus-berryed fool,"

They headed out to the sparring grounds, Tarsier feeling like he was a dragonet again, and Azalea like she had a newfound happiness.

I'm bad at romance! But BOOHOOO ITS OVERRRR!!! I really enjoyed this! Now for some background:

I started this story as a maybe, but it grew expontentially, and with inspiration and support, it came to this point.

I was really afraid of Tarzalea, I had never written an original romance(if you can't tell XD) before. I was asking around, and it just sorta... happened. I had no plan when the story started, as most of my stories have. I LOVE foreshadowing, but if I plan a story, it isn't as fun as just writing.

I worked SO HARD on making a coverart, but that never really happened either, but one day I will. This story, (as of me writing this) gained over 20 follows, which meant a lot to me.

One of the most hindering things was the lack of reviews. The only people that reviewed was Thepicduck and sometimes other people, SOMETIMES. I'm not complaining or anything, but for future reference, if there is a book you like, review! I want constructive criticism! Anywho, that's all the tidbits of 473-5!

Goodbye all that enjoyed, followed, or supported it! I love ya!