Frost and Zion: Worried Sick

Frost was nearly naked, wearing nothing but a light satin dress (despite hating dresses) and a pearl necklace. Zion stood next to her, naked as usual. They were leaning against the marble railing on her bedroom porch, the fresh summer wind ruffling their fur.
Gazing at her boyfriend with teal eyes, Frost snuggled against Zion's fur.
All of the stars were especially nice, and the view wonderful. Her moat reflected the stars like glass, and the freshly mowed grass smelled okay. Fireflies danced the ballet around them, and crickets were the violins. Despite the calm atmosphere, there was something more serious behind their date.
"Dear Frost, are you certain you must travel to Hyrestia? I would be deeply affected if you were killed. I would willingly jump off Mt. Shiveer if I had to." Zion said, his voice tinged with regret for letting her be thrown around by life.
Curling her paw around his neck like a lethal snake, she unsheathed her claws and gently raked him.
"Zion, I cannot! With Snowy pronounced dead for now and the Jamaasian Heroes falling apart, I refuse to not face my destiny! Tempest and many others count on my guidance, and the phantoms are clearly on the move! If you care so much about me, let me face my destiny! Or do you still hate me turning you into a Prelate?" Frost snapped. Zion winced, as her voice was as bitter as frost...fitting for her name.
"But Frost... I do care about you. You are zee most special thing of all, and the bane of the phantoms! I just don't want such a beauty to be wasted on a worthless cause! I want to feel the warmth of your body, to be able to sleep with you once more, and make love with you! No elf can craft something so perfect!"
Frost held up her paw, the inhibitor ring on it shimmering.
Zion fell silent, and for an awkward moment they just stared away from each other. The paw-pad Frost had beeped, and she checked her clock.
"It is nearly midnight. Follow me to our feast table. You can live with me if you're so bothered by what fate I may face. I can even play chess with you if you want. Anything but talk about this."
Taking off her satin dress and ribbons, she put on her tail armor and went back on four paws.
Zion did the same, only he had nothing to put on or take off.
When they both got to Frost's grand hall, they sat down on pillows and started eating food for a while. There were no noises except for the crackling of the Imprisoned Phantoms in their dungeon above them and the rustle of the wind outside their lowered drawbridge, and the faint trickle of the waterfall. Other than that, all was silent, not even some morbid chewing effects.
After their meal, Zion dared to ask.
"Frost, what is your decision?"
Frost's back tensed, then relaxed. The Mark of Mira began to glow a bit on her belly, then settled down.
"I'm so sorry, Zion... but I will go to Hyrestia. If you want to, come with me."
Hesitating, Zion put down his chopsticks and stopped eating rice. Frost grabbed a chocolate bar and ate it in three gulps as if nothing had happened, but their was an electrifying tensity in the room.
"Fine. I will go with you. After all, all of the Jamaasian Heroes have to go anyway."
Frost pumped her fist, just when Tempest and Amelia strolled in.
"Lights out, you two." they said in unison, clearly ready for some grumbling.
"We were about to go." Frost said, steely calm. Zion organized the table while she swallowed some of Dr. Lakisha's Dental Non-toxic Healthy Gum, or DLDNHG.
Tempest went down the stairs to sleep in the study, while Amelia walked out to savor the fresh air around Frost's lovely castle.
Frost and Zion decided to sleep together while linking up Duat dreams to play a game of chess, Zion as the phantoms (black pieces) and Frost as the Jamaasians (white pieces).
When they woke up that morning, both were ready for the future to come down like a meteor.
It still would not be enough.