Sep 26, 2015
Lie still. Dawn is still far away.
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“I don’t-- want to lay in a ruin all night,” she hisses through bloodied, grit teeth, brows furrowed down and eyes narrowed.
She lays halfway in Imric’s lap, the upper half of her armor removed along with her gauntlets and her helmet and laid aside, a hand clutching her bandages side.
The ash-ridden body of a Dragon Priest lays not even a few meters away. While Imric remains untouched, for the most part, Valvossa had the unfortunate pleasure of having a Frost Atronach ram its arm partway through her side. To say she’s in bad shape, at the moment, is the smallest of understatements.
“I can-- I-- We can still make it to the Nightgate. Let me-- get up.”