continued from xx. @redivined
“woah, hey – !” she’s losing her strength; but that does not make her weak. it’s when the blond is about to stumble that he reacts to keep her from hitting the ground, a strong arm coming around her back while the other rests against the front of her shoulder. headstrong & physically wounded, this woman. however, it’s not a wound to be taken lightly. he’d seen it for himself, all bloody and bruised – he’s put forth all his knowledge from the seraphim back home in putting to use nature’s gifts to patch it up the best he could. but she needs rest .. . in a proper bed with proper care.
although she bears her pain behind gritted teeth, it’s clearly writ in her expression.
the pain must be incredible if she can hardly stand. biting the inside of his lip, he considers the available options { he can’t just leave her after witnessing such a great feat } – “milla .. there’s a town not far from here. i’m gonna get you there, okay? – trust me. it’s like you said, you’ll be fine.” future tense. words offered with discernible confidence while helping her keep upright. he has an idea.
in any other situation, he’d desire her consent. what with her critical state, he settles on finding forgiveness after she’s been properly looked after. with a certain gentleness; moving with urgency, not with haste .. . he winds her arms around his neck. briefly, he mutters for her to ‘hold on’ while leaning down just enough to hook his arms securely around her knees, forcing her balance off kilter (sorry) until her weight is pressed against his back. a pensive breath escapes him, standing back to his full height before giving her a stark lift to fully reinforce her weight (sorry again) against his own to even them out. before he starts moving, he feels it’s important to ask. “.. . is this okay?”
She pierces the earth with her sword, anything to keep her upright now. Her breathing is labored, & with each breath she takes, she just racks up more pain. These battles have been strenuous, & they have not had time for breaks, let alone time to patch themselves up. But she never lets this stop her, she knows she must always keep pushing forward. Keep moving.
To keep the pain at bay, she must find other things to keep her mind focused on. In the back of her mind, she knows Sorey is speaking, however, the pain has been too much to hear a word. She forces herself to look at him, her active listening becoming much clearer once she does this. Fingers tighten around her blade, she pushes herself upward.
“Do not worry yourself over me. Let us press--forward.”
Her words come out ragged, she is trying to force herself to sound composed, but on the inside she knows the trek towards the town is going to be a long one. However, she does not have time to fret about another thing due to the fact that she is now being lifted onto someone’s back. Sorey’s back to be more specific.
“S-Sorey! What are you doing?”
Arms wind themselves tightly around his neck so as to stable herself. Confusion runs rampant on her face, & she can’t help but feel a warmth to her cheeks as he holds her up.
“T-This is quite unnecessary, Sorey! I can walk on my own!”
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