Tristan leaned in and whispered to Bella, "Let's get out of here, my wife."
She responded to him with a weak "Mhmm..."
Hearing her barely audible voice was like hearing someone who had lost the strength to speak, causing Tristan to feel even more worried about her.
He put his hands on her shoulder to make her look into his eyes.
"You must have felt weak with all the adrenaline rush now gone. Would you mind if I carry you in my arms?" he asked worriedly.
He could feel Bella's body still shaking, and he also saw her shock still lingering in her eyes, but she tried to hide it.
Bella suddenly flinched at his words. She clutched Tristan's hands, trying to balance her feet—somehow, she felt her knees go weak like they were slowly turning to jelly. Her adrenalin had left her entirely now that she was safe.
