It seemed days would go by. The silvery woman had remained on the borders edge, she had carved herself out a den fairly close to the border to lie in wait. Her Knight would come back home...right? She sat idly upon the border lines, waiting and searching for a hint, a sign, anything that would tell her he was coming home safe and sound. Ears were back atop her head, sky blue eyes worried as they searched endlessly for her grey paladin knight. Moments passed, her worry growing as time passed. She rose and began to pace, her brows furrowed as she thought. What if he wasn't ever coming home again? What if Glaciem had taken him away? What if...what if he died on the field of battle? All those thoughts among others sent a shiver down her spine. How cruel fate would be...to take away someone she had began to love for the first time. She felt the threatening prickle of tears edging their way to the brims of her eyes. And reluctantly she halted her pacing, coming to sit facing the borders once more.
She would begin to feel hopelessness and helplessness. But she would not give up in her wait. Not unless she saw for herself, his lifeless body. "Pacifica!" Immediately her head would turn towards the familiar voice, her heart rising in hope. She knew that voice! Eyes fell upon grey warrior a moment before he collapsed. Widened eyes followed his movement to the ground, and she was on her paws in an instant. "Pontifex!" she arrived at his side in no more then a few short bursts, coming to a halt as she took in his form. Her heart pounded in his chest, eyes wide with fear and worry as she looked him over. Rapidly she lowered her body to press gently but firmly against his own, her tongue reaching out to lick his head in gentle and rapid strokes. "Pontifex, you're alive! Oh, you're wounds!" She tried so hard to hold back the emotions that threatened to spill, but the more she looked at his wounds, the blood that flowed, the trail he had left behind, she knew that his time would not last long if she didn't get the bleeding to stop. Hesitantly she tore herself away, licking his ear comfortingly before whispering. "I have herbs in my den, please Pontifex...get up..." she pleaded to him.
She pressed gently against his uninjured shoulder, to soothe him upwards and against her so she could take him to her den. It was only a few yards away, she had to get him there...she had herbs, stocked the site with anything she could find while she had waited for him. She would not allow him to remain out here in this condition. Much less allow the devil to take him away from her.
"Speech"
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