She had felt the light pressure on her back, and it made the girl cry all the harder. Forgetting all about her physical pain had led the woman to forget his own, and when she loosened her grip around his neck he pleaded for help. Giselle's eyes popped open and she drew back immediately, the stain from his locked hands that were behind her briefly touching the ends of her hair. Oh.. you're hurt, she stammered, remembering the wound on his back. It only made her want to sob again, but now he was the one that needed her help.
The damsel scrambled to get up, but stumbled backwards at first and braced herself on the tree behind her. When she managed a wobbly state, she held both of her hands out to the knight, biting her lip anxiously, wanting to know just how deep he had been cut. Wanting to know just how much she had to blame herself for all of this. But as of now, he knew he needed his sister to look at his wound, and wondered where her companion was, or just what was going on at the Manor now.
When he stood, though on his own, the dark haired damsel went to his left side immediately, and he draped an arm loosely over her shoulders for support. Silent tears escaped from her face, and fell to the grass as they walked slowly. Giselle was thankful to be on the other side of the male, as they slowly shuffled passed the giant that reeked of death, his blood staining the grass. Despite his wickedness, despite her near capture, a tear glistened for him, and was just as quickly wiped away.
Giselle turned her head away from the scene until they were well away from it, the smell of death permeating even as she stooped to pick up her satchel. A thankful smile was given when Tux emerged, having watched helplessly from the balcony. He shied away at the smell of blood, but looked up curiously from one wolf to the other. Tux.. please find.. Cambria. There was not a moment's hesitation when the stoat vanished, his body like rippling water upon the ground. They were engulfed by the shadow of the Manor as the pair made their way inside. The nick at her neck began to throb again, and pale blue eyes shut tightly in an effort not to weep because of it.
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