"You will not leave me alone in this world." She pressed the words tight through clenched teeth.
Boots sinking into the wet, muddy earth as she shouldered the bulk of his weight. Half-dragging him towards the nag of well-ridden courser tied to a fat oak on the borders of their camp. The chance it would fall dead before either of them was evident in the low bend to its back and how it hung its head, but damned if Briar wouldn't will it to make at least half the journey necessary to keep Alistair breathing.
"We never let ourselves sacrifice so much that I should let it end here." Her voice was hoarse, desperate as she all but muscled Alistair foot-first into the well worn iron stirrup with her legs bowing under his weight. All of even her impressive strength going into the slim chance of his salvation.
"And leave you alone in this world? Perish the thought," he says before she manhandles him up to his feet.
Alistair is unhelpful; his body is numb and his mind is muddled, elfroot is holding off the bleeding but it's not making his body any less heavy - for him, her and the horse. He does make feeble attempts but his limbs swings about, out of range to the intended target. He causes more problems than not, nearly tripping over her feet, nearly tripping Briar herself, startling the horse to back away and nearly missing his steps. It's with incredible effort that he manages to hoist himself up on the horse.
"I will come back as a spirit and haunt your steps," his already quiet voice trails off as he makes a grab at the reins and misses, tragically.
"Ooh, yes. I know," his voice pitches before it falls back into a murmur, "I'll throw flowers at you when you forget how to smile. You'll never know what hit you. Haha."
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Boots sinking into the wet, muddy earth as she shouldered the bulk of his weight. Half-dragging him towards the nag of well-ridden courser tied to a fat oak on the borders of their camp. The chance it would fall dead before either of them was evident in the low bend to its back and how it hung its head, but damned if Briar wouldn't will it to make at least half the journey necessary to keep Alistair breathing.
"We never let ourselves sacrifice so much that I should let it end here." Her voice was hoarse, desperate as she all but muscled Alistair foot-first into the well worn iron stirrup with her legs bowing under his weight. All of even her impressive strength going into the slim chance of his salvation.
"Not like this."
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Alistair is unhelpful; his body is numb and his mind is muddled, elfroot is holding off the bleeding but it's not making his body any less heavy - for him, her and the horse. He does make feeble attempts but his limbs swings about, out of range to the intended target. He causes more problems than not, nearly tripping over her feet, nearly tripping Briar herself, startling the horse to back away and nearly missing his steps. It's with incredible effort that he manages to hoist himself up on the horse.
"I will come back as a spirit and haunt your steps," his already quiet voice trails off as he makes a grab at the reins and misses, tragically.
"Ooh, yes. I know," his voice pitches before it falls back into a murmur, "I'll throw flowers at you when you forget how to smile. You'll never know what hit you. Haha."