Going Out Tonight, She Changes Into Something Red

He breathed a quiet sigh of relief when he watched her rise to her paws and attempt to climb back up to where he was. At least she was standing, even though there was still a number of injuries on her that looked far too serious for him to know how to treat. The wobble in her legs was obvious and he quickly shifted closer to the edge so he could meet her half way, ignoring the painful protesting his right side gave him in response. He gripped her scruff and helped pull her up over the edge with a pained grunt, the muscles pulling against his ribs only aggravating the already irritated wounds. He didn't care though - as long as he managed to get her safety then it was all worth it. Once she was back on stable land again he got a better look at her and frowned at all of the blood that was caked to her pelt. He knew he didn't look all that much better at this point, but that was the least of his worries.

Her words were disconnected and jumbled at best, barely giving him enough to go off of to decipher what she meant. He needed Luta. He gave a shake of his head and touched his nose to her cheek, feeling how icy cold she was. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine," he insisted despite the wince he gave when he breathed in too deeply. His own well being was the last thing on his mind. "Come on, lets get you out of here." She needed to be somewhere warm and fast. He wasn't a healer, but that much was obvious. Between that and the blood loss all of the worry he held only continued to worsen. He bent down and carefully got her draped across his back, knowing that if left to her own devices there was a chance he'd never get her back in one piece.

It took him a bit of time to get them both down from the cliff safely, but once they were down on level ground again he set off toward the castle at a lope, gritting his teeth to fight through the pain that wanted to slow him down. "Stay awake for me, okay? Keep talking to me. Keep telling me who we need to go see," he insisted, occasionally glancing back over his shoulder at her. The stretches of silence were more terrifying than any fight - the thought that perhaps he arrived too late squeezing his gut and making him move faster.

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