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With Faustite and Kamacite tending to Aue, Tourmaline had been able to keep her own attention focused on Captain Uvarovite. She was trembling as she escorted him to the medic tent, a combination of barely bottled rage, frustration and a healthy dose of fright in regards to what happened and what might have been. Had Aue gone against anyone else she could have lost him. Were his wounds unable to be treated she might still, and Uvarovite?

Uvarovite...

She could feel a sickness in the pit of her stomach that she wasn't sure would ever go away, angry tears still threatening to spill from her eyes. She wanted to hit him as much as she wanted to hold him. She wanted to berate him just as much as she wanted to applaud his job well done.

In reality, she could do none of those things, her heart in her throat as she watched the field medic assess the damage that had been done to her lover in an attempt to determine what could be made better before the next round. Uvarovite was fortunate in that he would have one full round to rest-- a by to get him through the third round and right on to the finals. It was a small mercy to the young woman who wanted to remove him from the competition entirely; a victory to the General who was so very pleased by her Captain's performance.

The mix of emotions was maddening and she tried to keep them at bay, lingering in the corner with her arms over her chest up until the medic had finished with her lover. As they were left alone in the tent she remained at a distance, watching him as though waiting for something terrible to happen, not knowing what direction to expect it from. She hated him so much, hated everything, including her desperate need to know that he would be okay.

Tourmaline had pondered leaving when the medic did; turning away from Uvarovite to follow the agent that had been tending to him. She wanted to know the exact extent of the damage that had been done to the silver-haired man. How would a field medic know? They would have been able to do basic triage on the surface, certainly, but they wouldn't be able to see anything that had happened within.

She bristled at the sound of Kian's voice, shoulders tensing as she held herself a bit closer before finally letting her arms drop to her sides. He would be cross with her if she simply left-- potentially more than that, considering she had brought the tournament to his attention as something they should ensure their band of misfits was a part of.

Lips pressed together in a less than pleased line she stepped towards him, resisting the urge to cross her arms once more. "Yes, Captain?"

"You aren't alright," she snapped, her tone harsher than she had intended it to be. Her eyes narrowed as she lifted her gaze to him, a sheen of tears making her eyes shine all the brighter. "You're injured and only not on your way back into the ring because you're the odd man out this round."

Then there was Aue. Aue, her friend. Aue, her savior. Aue, the one who'd been able to pull her back together long enough for Uvarovite to make something worthwhile of the pieces. He was her safety net and he was now in a hospital somewhere, broken and bleeding. He...

Tourmaline made a choked sound as she looked away from Uvarovite, breath catching in her chest. "I can't-- not until they've put him together again. I-- I can't see him like that. I don't.... I wouldn't be any good to him like this." She was no good to Uvarovite like this either, she knew, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand after banishing her gauntlets to their resting place.

"It's too hard... Seeing either of you hurt and not being able to do anything about it."

"I shouldn't have asked you to back down. It was an insult to both of you to do so..." She hadn't been able to control her emotional reaction to the situation at hand. Seeing Aue battered and bleeding, knowing that he was made of something tougher than nails, had been wrenching. In her head he was invincible; a wall of strength that she had leaned against at some of her weakest moments.

"I'll go to him once this is over. I need to see this through. I need to be here for you." If something happened to Uvarovite-- to Kian-- and she wasn't around for him she didn't know what she would do either. Never had she thought she would be grateful for being knocked out of the tournament so early herself. Everything happens for a reason.

"You'll be able to go another round?"

Tourmaline watched him carefully, eyes lingering on his face in an attempt to judge whether or not he was being truthful with her. She had never known the Captain to be anything but honest, trusting him entirely. He wouldn't lie to her, not about anything as important as this.

She reached up, gently brushing her fingers along the line of Uvarovite's jaw before leaning in to lightly brush her lips to his. "The final round will be starting sooner rather than later and you'll need your strength. I'll see you to the ring when it's time. Until then, rest up... And let me know if there's anything else that you need."