"Rest," Stark said softly. "Just rest."

That was the best thing to do. It might be the only thing to do. As far as he could tell she was very close to crossing over already.

He laid a very gentle hand on her forehead, tugging his mask free with the other. The light normally kept contained by the metal spilled forth, bathing Liliana in a warm golden light. A light meant to feel soothing. A light meant to help.