[color=f49ac2]“You’re going to make it. You will make it. You can’t die.”[/color] Iris kept saying those words to Cas as if it would spur them on and keep them going. They had to make it after all of this and she would be devastated if he didn’t make it, if he died after all of this she wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt because it would keep her awake every night. The fact his bandages were soaked with blood only made things worse, it only showed them how very little time they had left and if he didn’t get treated it would be worse. 

There was a sense of relief knowing they had made it to the border, but it wouldn’t be simple and in fact a feel of dread began to creep up on her. For one there were no guards apparent and it felt eerie. Though thinking on it she hadn’t really known there to be much of guards around here. Usually the guard stationed was either napping, drunk or too busy entertaining someone else to even bother with the rebels. The guard could also be bought with the right price, that’s probably what lead to one of their breaches of security in the first place. Glancing at the fence she already knew that was were she had snuck through before, that very fence that led towards the forests of the Capital. The fence that had been broken for years, no sign of repair or any sort of TLC. 

Thoughts ran through her mind of what if they were about to be gunned down, she could imagine someone just shooting them down from way up there and that would be the end of them. Their struggles would all be for nothing and as they approached, she felt herself stumble a little with the little energy she had left. A part of her just wanted to let the exhaustion take over, sleep taking her as whatever happened did and she could just stay blissfully unaware. That was not a choice after all and again right now Caspain should be her priority especially with his injuries that felt like they were becoming increasingly fatal by the minute. 

[color=f49ac2]“Cas!”[/color] Iris grimaced as he dropped to the ground and she was unable to catch him, the weight was too much for her as her body still trembled feeling a dull ache spread across her own limbs. Kneeling down by his side she offered her hand to help him up, but it seemed he couldn’t get himself to his feet even with her help. The injuries must have been too much and there was no way she could help him go any further if there weren’t guards at this post. 

[color=f49ac2]“My hands?”[/color] Whispering to herself as she realised what Cas was saying, if there were guards, they were in the direct line of sight of the watch tower and could easily be killed. It was something she had forgotten as Cas had fallen and she had forgotten everything else momentarily as she slowly stood herself up again. It was highly likely they’d assume they were terrorists, especially if they still thought the Prince was dead and surely security would have been fixed after the kidnapping. Although it was hard because she watched Caspain struggle and he was clearly in pain, she wanted to help in some way but when she had finally mustered up the courage not to put her hands up reaching out for him she heard an order. An order that sent shivers down her spine. 

Slowly she raised her hands up not moving from her spot for fear she would get shot. For a brief moment she wanted to just run out of there, bolt away but then that would only end up with her being shot and she knew she couldn’t leave Cas. Not without knowing he was okay, even if it meant she’d most likely be killed for treason. Glancing towards the soldier that had snapped his order she could see the gun that was trained on her, her heart stopped as she tried not to move. [color=f49ac2]“I… I was just trying to help him. I don’t mean any harm.”[/color] Perhaps they’d just let her back away, slowly return to the districts if they knew she didn’t mean any harm. Surely, they couldn’t know she was the daughter of the rebel leader, they had to just be soldiers here for the watch tower.