Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141003213306/@comment-3293219-20141004164827

Robin was unaware of this as their focus was on getting to the city of Solitude, however, despite the fact that they were desperate and still in danger, they were slowing up. The 'itch' had turned into an incredible amount of pain, their skin flared up and their entire torso felt like it had been crushed by a piece of farming equipment. The Breton's breathing had slowed up a little more, most likely a result from their injuries, that were incurred by fighting Aia before and their legs turned to jelly.

The Tribal fell on their knees, using every ounce of strength and focus to ensure that Aia was gently lowered to the floor, gently lowering her head to the floor as they ran their fingers through her fringe.

"I'm...S-Sorry Aia..." Robin choked, keeling over and lying across the other Breton's stomach, their head hit the floor, shaking them up as they did so.

I've failed you...