[He doesn't argue, (to save her strength—not because they've agreed on things), though he is persisting. A knight should never, ever leave someone. Not for fear, and not for threat of death either. Though what a terrible, awful thing to face. Her being left here, abandoned—leaving him sick-feeling. A flood of ice reaches first, and he's slipped from dense forest, thoroughly frost-covered. He smiles up, weakly.]
Sorry, but there's no way we could leave you alone out here.
[They'll sort it all out.]
Are you injured at all?
[Glancing at Kasha here. She could keep the thing, honestly.]
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Sorry, but there's no way we could leave you alone out here.
[They'll sort it all out.]
Are you injured at all?
[Glancing at Kasha here. She could keep the thing, honestly.]