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If she hadn’t felt movement- the twitch of a leg, the faint swell it its chest, or flick of an ear- she would have swore there was nothing left to save. That she had been too late …. But there was. However, she wasn’t sure what could be done to fend off his demise. Caught somewhere between wanting to pounce him awake, and being too afraid of causing more damage, her mind scrambled to come up with a solution. He just looked so fragile. She didn’t think she could carry him herself- even if she could, she didn’t know if she could safely move him.

After she had cleared away as much sand as she could, her pale gaze frantically roved the violent contour of his body. The only thing she knew to do was scream. “HELP!” Talyssa shouted … to who? She wasn’t sure. Her parents. A healer. Guards. An adult with any luck. Though, she would take anyone who would respond, so at least maybe they could sit vigil with the castaway as she ran for someone who could actually help. “Help I need help!” She called out again, desperation evident in her tone as she cast a glance back up to the castle. When she didn’t immediately see someone coming to the rescue, she returned her attention back to the boy. “Hang in there.” She pleaded, concerned that he might give up just before he could be saved.