oh baby, that was quite a punch; could somebody check my pulse?

Deathbelle felt him relax into her, he seemed to calm if someone half dead could do so. She held him as he slowly faded, and she was surprised that he filtered into sleep instead of passing out from his injuries. Maybe there really was hope for the poor warrior who was so ready to give up his life for his pack. Thankfully Io wouldn’t insist on returning to the Armada. Belle gave her an appreciative glance as her gaze returned to Magnus.

She could tell her once lover about her entanglement in Magnus and the spontaneous bond that already formed between them. All too soon it seemed the caribou arrived. Deathbelle was loath to release him, but she knew it would be what was best. She nodded as Io told them their effort was needed in getting him into the cart without jostling the man too much.

She took in a deep breath and offered up a quick prayer before turning back to Iolaire, readying herself to do whatever it took to save Magnus’s life.