[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DC143C]Fyror Kildragon[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c08e11f7-3cfd-47ba-8929-88361f1112d2.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=DC143C]Good people are like candles; they burn 
themselves up to give others light.
[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtRNxl236No][color=DC143C]- [I]Turkish Proverb[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] The Sea (Off the coast of Preston, England)
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A 
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	Fyror glanced back at the man, his lips thinning slightly. Despite his rescuer's best intentions, the man's words didn't fully put his mind at ease. Then again, nothing truly would until he saw with his own two eyes that Miss Fontaine was in fact alive and well. It wasn't that he didn't believe the man's words. It was just that--[I]well[/I], it was just who he was, overprotective until the very end. He finally nodded his head in simple reply. He grimaced a bit as he was hoisted in front of the man and pushed along towards the nearby ship. He felt a little bit like a ragdoll right then. If it weren't for the fact that he would probably drown himself due to his currently exhausted state, he would have just swam to the ship himself rather than be some sort of inconvenience. Perhaps it was ironic really that the man who was always going out of his way to help others wasn't accustomed to getting help himself.

	It struck him then as they were already closing in on the ship how inhumanly fast they were going. You could blame the near-death experience just prior to his rescue for that little delayed reaction. Apart from the strong need to see that Colette was safe, everything else was a tad foggy in his mind at the moment, understandably so. The cool air bit at his skin as he was finally hoisted out of the water and brought aboard the ship. His legs were rather shaky as he was dropped onto the deck. He was surprised that he even had the strength to stand at all considering what he had just endured. He glanced around, taking everything and everyone in. It didn't take long at all for his gaze to hone in on Colette's wet and shivering form. She was alive, and that was all that truly mattered to him at the moment. [color=DC143C]"Colette,"[/color] he mumured, letting out an audible sigh of relief.

	Fyror glanced back at his rescuer before wearily eyeing the supposed captain. A part of him was still a bit on edge. Though these people had rescued them, for which he was truly grateful, he still didn't know who they were or what their intentions were. As such, he was rather reluctant to be separated from Colette yet again. His gaze flitted between Colette, as she was ushered away by the captain, and the man who was to take him below deck. He hesitantly followed after the man, though his gaze kept returning to Colette until she was finally out of his line of sight. He took a deep, steadying breath before finally meeting the man's gaze head-on.