A shuddering sigh escaped his lips.
"I… I can't stand any longer…" he murmured in a distant voice as he leaned on her shoulder as if he had not threatened her moments before, he leaned as if she was someone he could trust.
Alyssane flinched, instinctively reaching out for him but her hand froze―she could feel his strained breaths, feverish, unbearing hot for a man to be still alive― and hesitantly, she placed a hand on his back, a shallow gesture that could offer no comfort.
"Can you walk?"
His voice was raw, with hints of a haunting vulnerability, "No."
Wordlessly, she held his arm, her eyes unable to move from him for a heavy moment―she had been too caught up in her fears to see it before, but Kazmun's face was extremely pale, covered in cold sweat as he tried to bear the flaring wound.
The air closed around her throat like a heavy shroud.
