@bayarlalaa || old folks and their brittle bones
Ah, the youthful adrenaline that came with those first few hundred battles. Aleksander knew it well, and knew just his heady and intoxicating it could be, smothering pain behind it until well after the fighting ceased.
Unfortunately, it too waned with age.
Just from the angle, Aleksander could tell something just was not right with the leg. Manda's hissing and cursing confirmed it, and he crouched next to his companion. "Here. May I carry you? It'll be easier than having you limp to the car." While he may just scoop up his close friends and family, he was not so free with others in the same way.












