As Rea gets more and more frustrated, she loses her breathe slightly, and is forced to cough. The royal medics stationed to her needs as ordered by King Kenshin rush in.
“Queen-mother, are you okay!?” The one medical technician asks anxiously
“I’m fine.” Rea struggles to find her breath
“Please let us examine your lungs quickly!” A nurse asks Rea
“No!” Rea coughs hard, “Please leave me be. I know my son ordered you to watch over me, but truly I am fine, it’s just a cough.”
The two attendants look at each other, look back at Rea, and bow slightly.
“Of course Queen-Mother, let us know if you need anything.” The attendees both answer as they exit her chambers
Rea composes herself again and thinks to herself.
“How would my son know, perhaps Xander told him before he died?!” Rea’s thoughts zoom, “I can’t let him worry about me while multiversal civil war to worry about.”
Suddenly, she feels a chill go down her spine, she stands up neigh instantly.
“I have felt this before.” Rea dreads
Just then, Inkmatas and the Collector emerge from a warp point, Rea’s eyes widen initially, and then soften after she sees her good friends. Inkmatas runs across the room and hugs Rea.
“Auntie Rea I missed you so much!!” Inkmatas squeals in excitement
“Inkmatas, my dear Inkmatas, it’s wonderful to see you again!” Rea says with a huge smile, “Collector, what I owe the honor of your visit?”
“Apologizes Queen Rea for the use of a warp point instead of using portal transportation. We wanted to be a little more discreet about our visit” The Collectors responds
“It’s Queen-Mother Rea now, I retired a few years ago.” Rea responds, “But I must admit, you did startle a bit, I did not think using those stones anymore?”
“We have something to show you, Auntie!” Inkmatas says in excitement while hugging Rea more
“Adding on, we need your wisdom and guidance on a very important matter.” The Collector continues what Inkmatas says, “Would you please accompany us?”
“I can’t. My son Kenshin, the King, was promised my guidance here.” Rea responds
“What if I told you, we can undo all of it.” The Collector says, “The civil war, your husband’s death, and even your ‘cure.’”
Inkmatas stops hugging Rea and Rea starts to ponder this choice. Inkmatas, holding the Queen-Mother’s hands in hers, says.
“Whatever choice you make, we’ll respect, but we desperately need your help.”
After some time, Queen-Mother Rea makes a choice.