“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “
The cut across her forehead is fairly shallow, easily fixed in the hands of a good healer. It looks far worse than it is. Concern shines in Ike’s eyes as he catches up with her, leading their reinforcements, proud and strong. Gallant and silver, bathed in the sun’s glow.
She smiles. It doesn’t quite meet her eyes, never does on the battlefield. The very sight of him brings relief crashing down upon her shoulders like a waterfall. Ike has always been her most reliable ally, an ardent friend. Steadfast and shining in gold and marble. A radiant hero, above all others.
“I’m glad to see you too, my lord Ike,” Elincia greets him warmly, as always. The battle is far from over, although with his presence here it ought to be soon. Fatigue starts to pull at her bones but she stands steadfast. Not yet. For now she must summon the courage to fight on. “Please, help me save the people of this village. They need our strength.”
He looks at her, concern evident in his eyes. Their foes really have done a number on her, it seems.
“I promise I’ll be cautious. Even if all I can do is support you with my staff, I refuse to run and hide..”