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"It's gonna hurt, alot. But it'll hurt less once we get out of here and I promise you, I can get a messenger to Nate back up at the castle and he can get us some of that medicine to put on these cuts and get you back to how you were." She said softly, grimacing as he groaned. "Put almost to all your weight on me, however much you need." Elara instructed, pulling him up after giving him a moment. The two hobbled out of the house safely, going into hiding once more. Varys watched around the two as Elara pulled into the cover of the trees and helped him back onto the ground, knowing he wouldn't have made it far anyways. "Varys, guard." She told the wolf, Varys coming over and laying beside Sage. Elara kneeled down next to him informing him that she was going to get a messenger. "I'll be back, and if something happens, Varys will guard you with his life." With that she stood, heading into the crowd of citizens. |
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Sage just groaned and nodded, offering her a small smile, albiet not a very happy one. "I know," he noted. "It's not my first rodeo," he added, attempting to lean again on her as they got out of the cabin. Luckily, he was still light from last time, so she could easily handle his weight. Once they reached the spot where they could stop, he sunk to the ground, forehead beaded with sweat and breath rattling painfully in his throat. He just nodded in response to her comment, glad Varys was there. He could feel his eyes fluttering closed as his body pulled him towards unconsciousness. He did try to stay awake, but he passed out after a few minutes, though not before throwing up behind a bush. The pain from that was what sent him over the edge, and he slumped over. Varys had slid under his head at least, so he didn't hit it on a rock or anything. He just hoped Elara would be back soon. |
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Elara made her way through the crowds, eventually finding Dorion, her favorite knight though she didn't make it apparent it was her. "Tell Prince Nate that a squirrel is trying to meet her at half dawn and fourth till sixty street.*" Dorion just nodded, watching Elara trickle back off. The woman came and saw Sage on the ground, adjusting him to a more comfortable position and doing the best she could for his wrists and around his neck. After a moment she sat back against a tree, dagger in hand, waiting for Nate. He eventually came once the night fell, approaching the two and repeating what Elara said, Elara nodding and hugging her brother for a moment before waving him off. The woman went to Sage's side and aplied some of the cream Nate had given her to Sage's wound around his wrists and neck, not having the best access. |
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Sage came to....he wasn't sure how long later. It was dark enough, though, and he smelled the odor of an ointment, which meant Elara was back and had taken care of what she could. There's was a lot she wouldn't have been able to reach, especially his back, as well as anything on his legs since (thankfully) still had his pants on. He blinked groggily for a moment or so before attempting to sit up with a sort of pained groan. "How far away from the cabin are we," he asked quietly. The ointment had numbed him up a decent bit, so he figured the should move while he wasnt quite so bad. |
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Elara flicked her eyes open from sleep when he spoke, analyzing where they were. "A few miles, probably six or seven." She informed, checking to make sure all the ointments etc. were still there. |
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Sage nodded, brain sluggishly taking the thoughts in. Though, he bolted upright after a moment as panic filed his chest. "If any finds out I'm gone, she'll go straight back to the cabin," he noted. "Is Liz there alone," he asked, knowing the women would kill the girl to get back at them without a second thought. And it would be slow....he'd never forgive his elf if something happened to his baby. "We need to get back," he added, struggling to get up, fueled by his sudden burst of panic induced adrenaline. |
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"Well then if she comes back i'll kill her, simple as that." She narrowed, casting a glance at him. "Yeah, she is." Elara mumbled, sending Varys back. When Sage tried to stand she gently pushed him back down, keeping him there. "No, not now. You can't, even if you tried. You need to rest, even if it's just for a moment it'll add up more in the end. I'll hide you and then head to the cabin and get Liz then come back, make sure we're all safe." |
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Sage protested just sitting there, obviously scared to death about the though of something happening to his little girl. "If I'm going to haul my sorry ass down there I'd rather do it while whatever concoction you put on me is in full effect," he pointed out after a moment or so, letting her sit him back down since he couldn't fight her over this physically, not matter how much he wanted to. He let out a sigh in response to her comment, shrugging slightly. "She'll probably just camp out at the cabin anyway...I'd rather just get there and get inside and ready to just shoot her from the window without letting her in and get a chance at any of us," he groaned. |
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Elara cocked her head from side to side when he mentioned the ointment in effect, agreeing. "Alright well then let's move," She said, standing and offering a hand out to help him up. |
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Sage was admittedly relieved when she agreed they should move while he wasn't in quite as much pain. He reached for her hand, letting her help haul him up with a grunt. He had to lean on her heavily still, and they'd be slow...but they would likely be able to make it. |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
