They were less than a mile out from the Keep when Kayza collapsed, startling her friend as he quickly caught her. After several attempts to wake her again he lifted her into his arms and rested her head against his shoulder. Thankfully her small size was much more akin to holding a cub than the struggle it’d be if she were average height. Seeing how frail and weak she appeared now however only heightened his senses of fear and urgency. Suddenly the bloody scent on her armor and the ragged breathing were at the front of his mind again. The small female was fading fast, but she was hanging on.

“A little longer, Kay.” Zrahelim muttered under his breath knowing she wouldn’t hear him and picking up his pace though remaining careful not to jostle her too much.

Every minute it took to get up the hill, was another too long. The fact that he could maintain his composure at all in this state was astonishing. There was only minor relief when he spotted a female charr on guard duty. She seemed to have initially been in a relaxed state until he was close enough that she could hear his boots pounding on the stone ground.

“She needs medical attention. Quickly!” His voice came out harsh, growly and rushed as he reached the gate guard.

“SOMEONE GET A MEDIC!” She barked out towards the keep.

She gave Zra an odd almost confused look as an Asura led him away to a clean room where Kayza could be healed. She’d thought the two hated each other. Would Almorra really send them out together? She figured it wasn’t worth thinking on.

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Zrahelim ©  ToeClaws
Art and Kayza © me
Charr and gw2 © Arenanet