As we walk towards the alcove, I notice that Louisa appears ill perhaps she is cursed as well?

A flood of memories rush over Ares. He is in his villa, at the bed of his beloved. She has a fever and she is drenched with sweat. Ares sits over her, a cold washcloth in his hand as he dabs it gently over her forehead. The healer informs him that there is nothing further she can do. It is a matter of letting nature take it's course. Even drenched with sweat she is beautiful. The only peace he has ever found in this cold world, but now that peace is being taken from him like the life of each of his enemies that he had killed over the years. Only this time, he did not have the power to grant life or death. All he had was helplessness.

Louisa touches his shoulder and spurs him back to the present. Almost out of instinct he looks at her and says. "Are you all right?"