The princess was not doing well. The flight across the border seemed to have worsened her condition and there was not a damn thing Asher could do while airborne to stop her from losing more blood. The closest town to the border was Minora, but before it was in sight he who he caught a glimpse of what could have only been a witch. The angel in his arms did not seem to have much longer, as her breathing was almost nonexistent and her body impossibly cold, even considering where they were. 

Asher approached her small fire without a word. Apprehension was pulsing through him, but he did not let it show. The prince did not care for the half naked man by the witch’s fire or her explanation about local phantoms, but let her go on as he kneeled down slowly by the fire’s warmth and set the angel down softly. [color=slategray]”You talk too much,[/color] he said plainly, finally leveling his frosty eyes at the witch. [color=slategray]”And chances are she won’t make it that far. You’ll have to stabilize her here, and then we can talk about getting back into town.”[/color]