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[stoicguardian]

[Auron didn't think he was going to make it. Using that overdrive had drained what precious energy he had left. Still, he had managed to haul himself from the kitchen to the barracks. He had dropped to his knees many times during the trek, but he had finally managed to reach his room. He fumbled with the key for a moment, before finally unlocking

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[summonupastorm]

[Yuna has just finished healing Malkus, only to have him give her Auron's glasses. She's steadily been making her way over to their now-shared room, but as she notices that trail of blood, her pace just gets faster...

And there he is, on the floor of their room and... severely injured.]

Sir Auron! [She's not going to wait for a response. Yuna is just going to cast cure, and she'll have to cast it more than once because she can't cast cura, and damn it Auron don't you dare die.]

[stoicguardian]

[He can hear her. He knows she's there. But his body refuses to respond. His limbs feel like their are anchors tied to them. But with the first bright flash of light, he stirs a bit.]

Yuna?

[The second casting earns a pained, but thankful grunt from the guardian. He manages to roll over and he smiles weakly at her.]

[summonupastorm]

[She's here, Auron. There's no questioning that.]

Are you alright? [Or better yet, can he try and support himself? Because lying on the floor won't do him any good, so Yuna needs to get him onto his bed. Of course, doing that alone would be... quite a task, considering his weight and her size.]

[stoicguardian]

[Are you calling him fat >B|.

Auron manages to get himself to his knees. Getting to his feet will be a bit more difficult.

But it's a miracle. He's done it.]

Don't worry about me.

[flop on the bed, like a champion.]