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Characters: Gabranth and Yuna
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Gabranth meets up with Yuna and they plan to head back.
Location: Qu's Marsh and Corall Curach
Date: November, 1803
Warnings: Gabranth is a jerky jerkface.

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Gabranth's eyes widened at the state the woman was in. She looked a wreck. "I am Judge Magister Gabranth. Are you able to travel?" He spoke as he drew out one of the many potions he carried. Thanks to the Larsa of his own time, Gabranth was always stocked up with potions and such. The man handed it to her without a single flinch at the state she was in. She needed medical attention, and soon.

"We are currently in Qu's Marsh and Corall Curach. If we head West we will come upon Dollet. 'Tis a place where we may find you medical attention. From there, we shall travel South until Lindblum."

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"Nay, not Lord. 'Tis Lords I serve." Gabranth shook his head slightly, looking around to ensure their safety and to get the lay of the land. "May I enquire as to your name, milady?" As ever, he was polite and gentlemanly, yet there would always be an underlying darkness.

Offering his hand to help get her over the poisonous water, Gabranth began to head in the direction they were to travel. "Once we reach Lindblum, I must make haste to Alexandria. Lest I get orders otherwise."

That reminded him. He had to check in with Vayne soon. Still no word from Larsa.

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"Then, Lady Yuna, would you prefer I carry you? 'Tis frightfully noticable that you are in no state for a long journey." He could almost hear Vayne's voice, mocking his gallantry, stating he was a vicious dog only playing at being a tamed pup.

Still, there was something in his mind that told him his brother would approve of his kindness to this woman, which made it entirely too bittersweet. "I would not take from your dignity; nay, I wish only to secure your safety."

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"The offer will remain should you need it, milady." That said, Gabranth went quiet, deciding that it was better not to speak and to focus on the journey. He didn't know this woman or what had happened to her and honestly didn't want to know but he was too honourable a man to leave her stranded.

He could feel her tight grip, although it wasn't really that tight compared to Larsa's deathgrip when he was younger and frightened.

Indeed, he vividly recalled the off chance that Larsa had gotten scared when he was much, much younger and clung to him with hands like vices.

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Noah frowned, supporting her with his arm for only a moment. Leaning down, he swept her off her feet, cradling her in his strong, armoured arms and began to carry her along the trail. She was small and light, only a fraction heavier than Larsa as he once knew him and a fair amount lighter than Larsa now.

"'Tis not shameful to accept aid when you truly need it, Lady Yuna," he murmured softly. He knew that better than anyone now, with how often he'd refused to seek help.

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"Rest, Lady Yuna. I will keep you safe from harm," he said quietly, holding the young woman protectively, safely in his arms. He was quite sure he could carry her all the way to Dollet, and once she was rested up he'd see about some sort of transport to Lindblum.

That was where she'd be safest and she'd find friends. He'd then check what his orders were. Aside from finding Larsa.