Careful It’s Carnivorous

Relm carefully slunk her way back to camp after all was said and done, the throbbing in her back growing stronger and heavier with each step forward and to her destination. She was sure Manea and Alastor wouldn’t be far behind her with Alastor’s own wounds and some of Manea’s from their fight. She knew she just wanted to get in and out as quickly as possible for that reason.

Usually she wouldn’t have sought help on her own, and she wasn’t at first until she settled. She couldn’t see the marks that trailed down her back and she was starting to go numb now from the pain. She was a whole bloody mess, the mixture of her own with Kefka’s blood she was laid in and even some of Alastor’s.


Making her way to the den, she called out quietly as she had the first time only to someone different this time around. "Ir-Irilyth?" She was a lot less anxious physically than she was when she had called Alastor’s name. But of course she was eager to get looked at and be on her way.

"Relm"