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[b]~Cae Mayl~[/b]

As she was handed off to the healers, Amy felt her body ache in protest, the mere idea of moving around making her sore. Still, she was in good hands now, and she did her best not to fall as the burning sensation from wound on her leg made every step hell on earth. Amy hardly regarded herself as a damsel in distress, but as the exhaustion and pain hit her, she would've dropped the tough act if someone offered to carry her in their arms. Right now she wanted to be done with walking... or being awake.

Seconds passed by in the blink of an eye, and she clung tightly to the healer helping her walk. She overheard some of Fionn's complaints towards Clarice, but she felt too confused to really think them over. She could hardly even remember what had happened to herself during the battle, much less towards the curse witch that accompanied them. Still, she could feel the anger come from Fionn, a sharp contrast to the support she experienced earlier from the knight. It seemed like the others weren't lying: the loud knight was quick to anger, and equally quick to come to someone's aid. A good thing to remember for the future.

Then, the sound of silence over the battlefield drowned out the noises of the argument, as her mind began to slip once more. Somewhere along the way back to the healer's tent, Sergio ran into them, and they came to a halt as she looked up at the knight with a hazy glance. His arm hung by his side, his stride weak, but his spirit seemingly as high as ever. The atmosphere after the battle was one of confusion and mixed feelings, but she found it funny that Sergio seemed mostly unaffected, giving off the same energy as he did when he first offered assistance to her after she fell out of the saddle.

The thought made her snap out of her little trance and smile, a chuckle too far of a reach in her condition, her head shaking gently as the man offered a salute. [color=bc8dbf]"Please, lower your arm [i]Sir[/i] Sergio, you're in no condition to salute anyone, much less a mere cleric like me. But I appreciate the thought."[/color] Amy explained in a weak, but nonetheless amused voice as she looked over the knight.

The day had been long and tough on the spirit of the young cleric, but she remembered Sergio as one of the few knights who made an effort to help her fit in. It was a welcome sight on her first mission, especially when it turned out as brutal as this one. She'd beckon with her arm for Sergio and flash him a soft smile. [color=bc8dbf]"Come, join me on this... [i]journey[/i] to the healer's tent."[/color] Amy exclaimed and laughed softly, a decision she regretted immediately as her lung flared up in pain and she covered her mouth to muffle a hearty swear. She took a moment to regain her breath before she looked back up at the knight with an apologetic smile. [color=bc8dbf]"Sorry... I hope Mayon didn't catch that one, else she'll be mad at me. And right now... I could really use her guiding light to get me though the rest of this night. And-"[/color] Stopping for a second, her gaze scoured over the knight's armor, and the many dents and splatters of blood and viscera covering it. [color=bc8dbf]"Something tells me you need it too. More than me. Let's return, and say a prayer for the souls of the fallen whilst the healers do their wonderful magic on us, okay?"[/color]
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