Rescue

[forsaken_bard]

His fingers tapped nervously on the table. She should have been back by now. Surely, she was just having fun. Surely. Glancing around the house, Asmodean had not touched the dinner in front of him. The fresh-cut flowers on the table were new. Surely, they would be celebrating tonight. Surely

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[shadarsedai]

There is no tell-tale prickle of saidar, not when her weaves are so tightly protected as Di'aliz stumbles through the portal, desperately closing it behind her. If whoever was breaking her weaves follows - somehow, anyhow. Her feet patter unsteadily through the familiar stone corridors, blood seeping through her dress from the half-cauterised wounds in her legs and body.

Find him. Find him, be safe.

Oh, she is so cold, and it's hard to see.

[forsaken_bard]

A blink as he sees her. She... lost. How? Why?

Asmodean's mind is blur as he stands. She couldn't have lost. How...

But she had.

The other Chosen would know. They would know. He knew what happened to a Chosen that displayed weakness. He knew what would happen to the both of them if he didn't...

He was going to live forever.

His hand was shaking as he looked at her.

[shadarsedai]

He's there.

She tries to speak, to tell him, there was someone, she couldn't-

But all that comes out is an inarticulate cry as she stumbles closer, then comes to rest against the wall with a hand to her stomach, already wet with her blood.

He can help her. He can tell her what went wrong.

He saved her before.

[forsaken_bard]

Slowly, he walked towards her. His dark eyes distant as he took a deep breath. A strange shake in his hand, an ache inside of him. What was this?

It was necessary.

A glance down at her through dark hair. Those burns... Anger boiled in him. How could they? Quickly, it was stifled as well. Her pretty face twisted in pain.

An oddly wooden movement towards her.