Aerith & Tifa (Tirith)

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr shook his head, releasing her hands and letting his return to the pack at his feet.
"I will manage, the morning air is just stiffening it." He pulled out a pot of some kind of salve, which he began to apply to Sabela's injured wrists before she could protest.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela bit her cheek as her wrists stung.
"... Ow?" she laughed quietly.
"You could have warned me."

[Tifa Lockhart]

A bit of a blush flushed in Llyr's cheeks as she laughed at him and scolded him for not warning her.
"S-Sorry... i didn't stop to think." He admitted, making the fingers that rubbed in the lotion even softer to try ad prevent further injury. "It's Aloe Vera...." He said, "It will soothe them..."

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela shook her head, smiling up to Llyr.
"It's fine," she assured.
She reached up with the hand that he didn't hold to touch his cheek gently.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr winced as she touched him, but not because of any pain, it was fear that made him jerk. His eyes flicked over to the men by the fire, they still slept, obviously not expecting to be moving out for another day yet. Content that they weren't watching, Llyr responded slowly. His eyes closed and he leaned into her soft hand, his own fingertips moved away from her wrist, threading through her own so that he might tenderly hold her hand.
"I'm sorry i let them hurt you."

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela gently stroked Llyr's cheek, the immense relief at his reaction released in a soft sigh.
"It's not your fault," she said quietly, tightening her hold of his hand gently.
"Thank you for coming to save me... and I'm sorry you got hurt."

[Tifa Lockhart]

"That's my fault." Llyr replied, moving his free hand to clutch his injured shoulder. "I should've been keeping an eye out... guess i just panicked..." He offered her a small smile before loosening his grip on her hand, looking a little anxious.
"I should wake the others... we should get moving..." He regretted it, but he knew that if he did not part from her now, he would not be able too. Afterall the actions he'd committed just now were already beyond what he'd promised himself he'd abide by.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela's smile faded and she looked down again.
"Oh..."
Gently, she released his hand as he wanted, dropping her other from his cheek.
"Yes... I suppose that would be best..."

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr looked at his feet, his heart ache obvious in his eyes.
"Princess." He acknowledged with a stiff bow, before he went off to stir the other knights.

[The Painted Lady]

Without a word, Sabela moved to gather up her medical supplies and return to the carriage.

((Skip?))

[Tifa Lockhart]

((Sure... where too?))

[The Painted Lady]

((Urm... not sure... Will Llyr be coming down with infection or a fever?))

[Tifa Lockhart]

((Spose he could do if it doesn't bother you ))

[The Painted Lady]

((It means Sabela gets to care for him ))

[Tifa Lockhart]

((alright, i'll do that then XD))

The convoy had been riding for a few days now since the bandit incident, and they'd encountered no further trouble. Llyr seemed to be holding up well enough, managing on his own, only relying on the others to clean and rebandage his wound. It seemed to be going fairly well too at first.
But then the others noticed the Llyr was going off his food. Throughout the day his meals got smaller, until he was barely eating at all. It was about noon on the third day that things got bad.

They were rising up a ridge near the border of Hasnia when Llyr began struggling. He'd been listing in the saddle since his injury, the others assuming he was simply uncomfortable, but today it seemed a little worse.
Llyr's vision had been poor since he'd woken up, and his wound had been particularly painful, but he'd told no one. Now he was struggling to keep focus, and his head was swimming as if in a fog, he felt sapped of his energy, as if he had stayed up to late and was tired.
He was thinking about calling a break when his shoulder pulsed with pain. His head swam and he swayed, everything going black.

"Commander!" The Knight nearest Llyr called out as the Knight toppled from his saddle and landed with a heavy thud in the dirt, his horse whinnying and skipping away nervously. One of the soldiers leaped from his steed and ran to calm the frightened horse before it crushed Llyr.
The Knight who'd seen Llyr fall jumped off his horse too, and ran to Llyr, scooping him up. "Shit he's burning up." He cursed, "Someone fetch her highness!"