[center][h3][color=cyan]『𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣』[/color] [color=8493ca]『ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤』[/color][/h3][/center][center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/xp0eIcQ.png[/img][img]http://i.imgur.com/Kxn0drf.png[/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=silver]ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕤   / /   [@RedDusk][@January][/color][/center][hr][hr][center][color=silver]𝕎𝕖𝕕: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕   / /   𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖   / /  ~𝟘𝟝𝟝𝟝[/color][/center][hr]

With his tattered shirt clinging to his skin and salt water still dripping from his damp hair, Sander felt miserable. His reservoir of borrowed strength was running dry; it was still there, enough to keep him upright at least until they reached somewhere warm and safe, but Sander knew he would have to get there fast. Beside him, Christmas was shivering lightly as he walked, despite the blood mage’s effort of shielding him from the cold. Then suddenly, the healer tripped on his bad leg, letting out a pained yelp before plummeting toward. Had Sander not caught him in time, Christmas would have been sprawled on the hard ground.
 
Only then did Sander finally take a closer look at Christmas’ swollen ankle.
 
“[color cyan]Christmas?[/color]” -He called the blond boy’s name, reaching up to his face with one hand while the other worked to steady his roommate.

The boy was already leaning heavily on the proferred arm, clutching at it in an attempt to right himself and stand, but he had overworked the tired ankle beyond the glacial rate of his self-healing and the bruised flesh now sported the unmistakable signs of a severe sprain. Whimpering answered Sander’s call and Christmas gingerly rested his weight back on his serviceable leg. The other he kept slightly crooked, limping badly in that manner.

“[color cyan]Does it hurt?[/color]” -Sander asked, clutching Christmas tighter to his chest. The blond boy’s difficulty clearly answered his question. He reached down then, hefting the healer up into a bridal carry, letting the head of blond hair rest against his chest –“[color cyan]I got you. Don’t worry.[/color]” -He reassured his roommate, shifting the weight around until his arms were comfortable. It was a testament to the boy’s exhaustion that he uttered only a quiet noise of surprise before settling into the hold. 

[color 8493ca]”…I’m sorry,”[/color] he mumbled, already shifting towards the unnatural heat of Sander’s body.

“[color cyan]Don’t be.[/color]” -Sander touched a few fingers to Christmas’ cheek -”[color cyan]Please don’t be.[/color]”

[color 8493ca]”You’re—you’re okay…?”[/color]

“[color cyan]As long as I’m with you.[/color]”

The answer caught Christmas off guard with the frankness of Sander’s tone and he buried his face in the tattered shirt to hide his embarrassment. Nestled against that steady presence, however, he felt brave enough to mumble [color 8493ca]”Thank you”[/color] in response.

Sander simply smiled, allowing himself one last feather-light touch, before looking for his classmates and catching up to them. He had to get Christmas somewhere safe and warm first. The town was the best option at the moment.