{COMPLETE} If you want me to, I'll be the One for you

[solidor_heir]

WHO: Larsa {

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[solidor_heir]

"Please..." He beseeched her, carefully supporting Penelo as he stood once more. It was different now that her full weight was against him, but he did his best to hide it. He had to.

"House Bunansa." The boy coughed, smoke clogging his throat. "My allies from Ivalice are there. 'Tis where I live. Upper District, not too far from here." Larsa pointed down the street.

The heat was maddening, the smoke polluting the air. Grabbing a strip of cloth, he pressed it to Penelo's nose so she would not inhale any of the harmful ash in the air.
"We must hurry. I need to tend to her and then return here to tend to others!"

All the while he paid no heed to his own injuries.

[northswainbraid]

Agrias sheathed her blade and moved Penelo onto her back and secured her, making sure each step from then on was taken with utmost care. She was used to having to retrieve people. A sad thing to be used to, but it was a reality every soldier must face at some time or another. At least the person she carried this time was alive.

"Bunansa. I knew a family by that name once. An easy name to remember." She turned towards the Upper District and plodded on, the injured Penelo just fueling her desire to help this situation as much as she could. After all, if a friend could get hurt, anyone could.

"Is there anyone at the house that could watch her? I would like to accompany you, if I could, in the rescue mission. After all, you are hurt, as well."

[solidor_heir]

Gratefully he smiled at Agrias as she carried Penelo on her back. Stories flooded his memories, of his Judge Magisters schooling the soldiers into never leaving comrades behind. Stories of tears whilst carrying the shell of a friend back to base never vanished from his mind.

"Master Balthier is at the house and Fran too. Captain fon Ronsenberg, I am not sure of, but the two will look after Penelo I am certain." He paused, wiping sweat from his brow only to draw his sleeve back and realize it was blood. Blinking incredulously at the stained cloth, it was only then that it hit him.

He was bleeding heavily, but thankfully his clothing kept most of the wounds hidden and ironically 'safe' from worsening.
Later. I will care for that later. He scolded himself.
"Sincerest gratitude, Lady Knight. I will need all the help I can get, tending wounds." Larsa chose not to reply about his own.

[northswainbraid]

"I am sorry to barge in on you others, but this is an emergency! Please, take care of young maiden Penelo as Ser Larsa and I go back out to assist anyone else who might need it! You might want to prepare for more..." Agrias called into the house as they entered.

When they got to the house, she lied Penelo down and began to clean her wounds the best she could, re-wrapping them. She noticed Larsa's wounds out of the corner of her eye, tearing off a small bit of her sleeve and tying it on his arm, telling herself to bring him back if he began to look bad, whether he wanted to or not. She needed him and everyone else alive.

She chugged some water down quickly, her body almost overheating from the flames, buts he cared not how warm it was. Agrias still had the strength to fight.

With her hand drawing her sword back out, she took a deep breath and re-focused. "Are you ready, highness? it is going to be a very long, difficult night."

[danceofrapture]

Penelo had clung 'round Agrias' neck familiarly. Her brothers used to carry her like this. Her fingers curled and twitched idly.

It wasn't until she was laid on her tender back that she awoke with a cry and sat up quickly, her legs curling beneath her body. She gave something between a cry and a shudder, shoulders hitched.

Her voice was hoarse as she called, "Larsa?"