#221193 - For too long she had been too focused on the fight, neglecting her own needs and wants. She squinted her eye, “Elyn!! Come on, she’s wounded! You have to help me get her out of here!” Hands under her arms, the sound of grunting and straining as she was lifted to her limp feet, being shamelessly dragged from the battlefield, her head lolling, only occasionally catching glimpses, a few boys, messengers maybe, or squires, each with a crossbow. He arched his back and let out a long sigh of pleasure, chewing his lip as he moved one hand to her waist, the other gripping the sheets of her bed.