Wolfram looked at her, as if it took a minute for her words to registered."No...No problem. I'd uh...I'd do again in a heartbeat if I had to."A small smile tugged at his lips, and he suddenly turned away, groaning in pain. He put a hand on his forehead, thankful for Lachlan's support. A pain gripped his head, enough to make him want to black out. Actually he was sure he would black out. His vision blacked for a minute, but he still felt solid ground beneath his feet.
Lachlan rolled his eyes at Bleddyn. "Yeah, I'm sure your leg is suddenly fine after being stabbed. Seems they've patched you up though, so I guess you are fine." He turned to Wolfram. "We need to get out of here, before you pass out."
Brow furrowed, Bleddyn's lips pursued to deliver a testy retort, aiming to correct Wolfram's infuriating profession of loyalty to her maintained life. But she thought better of it as he swayed, promising a looming loss of consciousness. "Yeah, and like now. Unlike myself, he doesn't appear too effortlessly totable."
