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Times like this, Nærøyfjord wished his own summons was like Eikþyrnir. The great beast bore Hvergelmir and himself infallibly, swift and sure footed, so often that it was difficult to consider any other service worthwhile in the longrun from the beasts of legend. The woods were never his favorite to traverse- he had to be more careful than most about leaving traceable paths. He'd had to make a point of learning most of the well trodden deer paths for that reason. The earth was already zagged with places it would show less footprint or hoof, and his passage would be no more marked than just another white-tail.

In this case, it meant a few minutes extra waiting time between his post as a Guard, letting the other near guards know to purse-close ranks while he left to immediate necessity and the call of one of their own.

Lyonesse of Earth.
One of his own. The feel of the other man's aura came to the edges of his own, and Nærøyfjord redoubled his sprint. It is no good if I can feel him. Any pursuit can as well. And I without any of the Mauvians, not even PB or J. But there are no other auras near. It is a small blessing. If I don't need my hammer, then I can focus on Lyonesse. He may need wrapping first.

The giant knight didn't pull up until he saw the other leaned and sharing the basics of field medicinal thoughts, slowing to a jog on approach, sucking air through his own teeth at the blood seeping to the rest of the man's uniform. "It is not so good. You are lucky to get this far."

He pulled off his own vest cape to use as stripping, "If you can hold yours as a compress, I can tie strips to hold it tight? You were not followed, ja?"

Nærøyfjord took to a crouch, using his teeth to start tears at the edge of his own vest before tearing down the magical cloth in larger pulls. Three seemed like enough, given Lyonesse's small size compared to his own. Another shift to kneel in front of the other knight and he set to wrapping and pulling taught the strips. He gave as much of a warning as he could to respect the other knight's bravery. "It will hurt."

"What happened? Were you on a mission?" Talking wasn't ideal since it shifted how much air was or wasn't filling space in the body cavity, but in this case it would give Lyonesse something to focus on that wasn't the introduction of a compress pressure, or the shock of wounds. If he starts trailing off, I'll have a better idea that he's fading as well. Hopefully Princess Ida still has her magic today. This may be too much for surgery with travel time. That if the Prince surgeon is not already busy.

He considered while he finished the ties. Then Nærøyfjord raised to an inspecting half-stand, double checking the pressure of the compress. "Ja...I remember her. Only from far away. I was not so important. I didn't work with the Corrupted."

As Titanlåvenite, even as a general, he'd mostly served in the capacity of furniture, fireteam member or shock troop. Natron had served years longer as a General, so it made perfect sense he was on the kill lists and awareness of the worthies of the enemy. He'd known the man no better than the Princess with so vast a difference in their worthiness. "I do not think you will walk further."

"I am going to carry you, Lyonesse." It was again a perfunctory warning, without much waiting between stating it and doing it. Nærøyfjord stooped and scooped the man like a bride, only trying to avoid bending his middle much. With how small Lyon was comparatively, it wasn't too hard- there just wasn't enough length to the man's height to require doubling. Nærøyfjord did wait a moment for the other to adjust to comfort in his hold. "Is it alright?"

"The Oasis is probably the closest. Unless you really want some other camp, but they won't have as much medical available."

"Metallia would try to remold each and all of us, but we are what we are. We can only be that, dark or light. She did not make us in the beginning, and even her hands are not strong enough to change the work of that will that did. Peace with that truth, that of self and charge, and come the Transcended who are beyond the worst of her fancies. "

Roll-stepping was harder at speed, but seemed a necessity with the breadth of the wound. Lyonesse had jostled himself enough as it was. Enough? Too much. You will not be lost to this. "Tell me about Lyonesse. Your lands. It doesn't have to be in depth. I am worried- keep talking. Soft and steady."

The underbrush started to drift by along a separate deer path than he'd taken to get there. His vest being stripped into a shorter form meant there was less to catch on small branches.

The switch of subject from lands to self was noticed, but not complained about. He is still speaking, which is the main point. Lose enough blood and it gets hard to focus. You get cold and sleepy.

A faint scent of pine smoke came, sign that the camp was getting closer. Help and healing were getting closer and closer. Nærøyfjord teased gently, "Are you sure you are different? When was the last time you smiled? Playing with enemies is one thing, but it is not so far beyond attending to duty."

"I don't know if I've seen you smile." Light goading that might earn one.

The opening out of underbrush to the tattered, forest coloured panoply of canvases and other materials was always one of Nærøyfjord's favorite sights. It spoke of the resilience of communities, their creativity and festive, vibrant life- everything that the city wasn't and the Negaverse stole energy orb by orb from the sorrowed souls too fearful or beaten down to stand against the threat of pain and endings. The larger Knight of Earth knew the turns and tree to the Oasis by heart, hurriedly walking a path with barely any attention paid to the way itself.

"Every day the sun greets us, every night the moon stands by our vigil...these are hours that are gifts for our good graces. Even at their most sorrowful, it is better that they be at all, for it mean we still are ourselves, and we may still act." It took a careful, low dip to make it through the entrance. One of Ida's aids saw the, and waved further in for following to a stretcher. "But first you will need to rest, ja? You have earned that much for a little, Lyonesse. Spend it with at least one smile for yourself. "