Levi doesn’t often think about how close he’s come to death, doesn’t want to truth be told. If he lets those thoughts get to him then they only serve to actually get him killed. If he’s dead then that’s one less person helping their kingdom. But he thinks they very well may have died back in that forest, thinks he saw not his life but Cesar’s and Emeline’s flash before his eyes, the crowd of people and Dracborough's knights all getting swallowed up by those...those godforsaken spiders. They didn’t die thankfully and the people had been safe and sound, beyond horrific memories, that they would carry with them like a solders burden they never asked for. He’d rushed back to Cesar’s side after Emeline ordered him too, honestly it didn’t take any convincing though; once the queen was safe. Levi thinks that the general is every bit the hero in the fables he’d grown up on, that the moment he’d came back had been the moment he rightfully believed Cesar probably would have been okay without his help. Still he’d ran to his aid and side all the same, ‘She’s safe Cesar,’ He recalls telling him when he’d been given a look of brief scrutiny by the man. ‘What?! Ya’ think m’ leaving ya’ behind mate? Not a fuckin’ chance!’ And he didn’t, never would have even if it only meant he was just going back for a dead body. Things...things are calm now though, as calm as they very well can be, his arm all wrapped up from the only real injury he’d received during the whole ordeal and he looks to find his friend, his comrade after the dust or rather spiders have settled. Knocking firmly on the infirmary door he peeks inside, a nurse directing him towards Cesar once he asks.
@cesarscommand​
