'Is she alive?''
A deep voice pulled her out from unconsciousness. She had then sensation of floating away. Nay, of been carried. A man's arms were around her. Arms that were strong and safe.
He put her down on the ground. The gentle warmth of his breath as he leaned over her caused her eyes to flutter open.
Their eyes met: hers and her angel's.
'Aye.'' he said softly brushing a clump of matted hair from her forehead . 'She's Alice.''
The gentleness in his voice made her chest swell with emotion. She opened her mouth to speak, but all she could do was lick her dry lips 👄. The next moment a skin filled with water 💦was brought to her mouth and the first precious drops of water 💦 slid down her parched throat. She drank hungrily — greedily—until he murmured for her to slow; she would make herself ill 🤒.
When he pulled it away from her a moment later, she would have tried to snatch it back had she not been distracted. He was cradling her against his chest, and his heavenly face was so close, all she had to do was reach up and touch it. Green. His eyes were green and framed by the thickest, most glorious lashes she'd ever seen. Unfair—even for an angel.
'You're alive child and safe also.'' His words were gentle and soothing.
The reminder of what happened made her clutch harder to him in fear and for the first time seeing the three men standing there.
Who were they ? Not English, she knew by the soft burr in her rescuer's voice. She looked again, seeing the dark plaids they wore around their shoulders.Highlanders. But which side were they on? The clans from the Highlands fought on both sides of the war: some with Bruce and some , like the Macdougs, against him, making them reluctant allies of Edward of England 🏴, the self- proclaimed . 'Hammer of the scots.''
Were this men with the English?