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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 mageβs 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 Christmasβ swollen ankle.
βChristmas?β -He called the blond boyβs 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 Sanderβs call and Christmas gingerly rested his weight back on his serviceable leg. The other he kept slightly crooked, limping badly in that manner.
βDoes it hurt?β -Sander asked, clutching Christmas tighter to his chest. The blond boyβs 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 ββI got you. Donβt worry.β -He reassured his roommate, shifting the weight around until his arms were comfortable. It was a testament to the boyβs exhaustion that he uttered only a quiet noise of surprise before settling into the hold.
ββ¦Iβm sorry,β he mumbled, already shifting towards the unnatural heat of Sanderβs body.
βDonβt be.β -Sander touched a few fingers to Christmasβ cheek -βPlease donβt be.β
βYouβreβyouβre okayβ¦?β
βAs long as Iβm with you.β
The answer caught Christmas off guard with the frankness of Sanderβs 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 βThank youβ 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.