As a high-level Sound mage, Elias could normally heal or sustain himself if given enough time, but he'd used up most of his energy repelling Apollo's final attacks.
A wry chuckle escaped Luke's lips as he surveyed the scene: two unconscious companions draped across his shoulders, each with ripped clothing that barely shielded them from the mountain chill.
"What am I doing, letting my mind wander like that?" he whispered. "I should be more concerned about getting them shelter and care."
Yet a less charitable thought threatened to bubble up, fueled by the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. They won't wake up for hours, a mischievous part of his mind suggested.
You could— He cut off that line of thinking with a firm shake of his head. "No," he admonished himself quietly.
"I'm not that kind of man. Besides, interactions of that sort…should at least happen when both parties are conscious."
