Hwarang carried Nari in his arms as she fell unconscious, her limbs sprawled weakly and her head resting on his chest as he searched for a chamber were she could at least rest before regaining her energy.
He finally found a room upstairs and lay her on the old mattress after cleaning it up, as the rest of the temple, the air in the room was thick with darkness and every single item had faded with time, leaving only a hint of the great temple it once was.
He could feel the depletion of her energy, her skin turned paler and he could hear her slightly strained breath. A good amount of rest would do enough to revitalize her depleted energy in a few hours.
He groaned in slight discomfort as the realization of being wounded hit him, when he felt a painful burn on his back as he moved. He could feel the blood dripping from the open wound as his lacerated flesh made a squelching sound.
