moved

“ Rest…? “

Despite the bruises and the emerging welts on her limbs, Ara didn’t wish to stop just quite yet. Concern acted as her motivation in stopping the raid, but deep down inside, the excitement of battle buzzed within.

“ I’m sorry… I do not think I can afford that, Elsword. “

“ Bandages? “

Ara hastily fumbled through her robes, and even a small knapsack she’d happened to be carrying. The neutral expression melted into mild panic.

“Ow…I think I broke something.”

“Can I lean on you for a second? My ankle’s bothering me.”

“Do you have any bandages?”

“Oh god, that hurts so much.”

“Everything hurts. Seriously, I think I broke myself.”

“I can’t walk.”

“Sorry about the blood trail. I might have gotten a bad gash.”

“Is is bad that I can’t feel my legs?”

“I’ve never felt this much pain in my life.”

“Are you okay? Are you bleeding?"

“Here, let me help, I took a course on this a few years ago.”

“Does anyone know first-aid?”

“That’s a pretty bad bruise, man.”

“You definitely need to go to the hospital.”

“Where’d you get all these cuts?”

“Lie down. Sit somewhere, you need to rest.”

“I’ll get the ice.”

“I can’t believe you got yourself beaten up again.”