C L A R A
IFRISE FOREST — SOVEREIGNTY OF DRYADLIS
The last thing Clara remembered was being knocked off her feet, hard. Distant echoes of Pagonia's battle cries faded into white noise as her vision became shrouded in black.
A heavy thud made Clara jump back awake, and she looked around in a panic. She felt her nerves subside once her eyes fell on the defeated krovar, the adrenaline rush from earlier beginning to slow to a stop. She wobbled a little as she tried to force her tired legs into standing, feeling for the origin of her newest head injury. Even though Clara was met with the sight of blood when she withdrew her hand from her hair, she was still so overcome with relief that the pounding headache didn't matter.
Clara was even somewhat glad to hear Zestasia's triumphant cries through the remnants of the dustclouds, even though it made her head twitch slightly in pain. Wiping the trail of blood going down the side of her head, she gave the boy a small smile.
"You thought we were toast? When I first saw your brother's injuries, I thought he was dead,” she joked, giving Pagonia a light pat on what she hoped was the non bruised part of his back. "Even though his idea was totally crazy, I'm glad he came out of it alive. I'm glad we all came out of this alive.”
Clara gave a relieved look to the others, and then looked to Zestasia. "Now? Well, if no other monsters are coming to get us, I say we use what little time we have to patch ourselves up. I'm sure that krovar won't be the only thing trying to kill us while we're here, we've gotta stay strong.”
She folded her arms and looked around the group again in slight distress. Even if most of them seemed relatively unscathed, the ones who were looked like total wrecks, after just one battle with one monster nonetheless. While it didn't seem enough to stop their ongoing venture into the forest, Clara had a hunch about the complications it could cause later.
"At the very least we should slow down our pace a little to try and recover, if we don't stop for a break. Besides, after all the trouble that gave us,” Clara said as she gestured to the dead krovar, "running ahead to fight more monsters as we look now doesn't sound so smart. But really, any plans that won't get us killed straight away sounds good to me.”
Clara winced at the sudden throbbing pain in the side of her head, and she pressed her hand against it. "How are we for injuries, though? I know Pagonia's broken, like, three bones and Etoile's still got those flesh wounds… how's everyone else?”