Commander Lothian's body went numb as he went down the rocky face of the mountain. Time didn't exist and he couldn't feel his muscles screaming after waking up from a dead sleep, slashing down many goblins, then taking off as fast as he could on horseback.
He was only able to take his horse for so long before he had no choice but to leave the animal behind and go on foot. He took great care to take a responsible route despite his desire to jump off the edge and reach his second in command as quickly as he possibly could. It would be entirely pointless if he was injured as well. There would be no benefit to having two injured commanders to drag down the rest of the mountain pass.
Injured. Alix was only injured. That's what he was convincing himself.
It was his duty to look for one of his injured knights but he was thinking of much more than the value Alix brought to the knighthood as one of their only nobles.
Commander Lothian's heart genuinely ached.
