Morena's vision was still hazy, her body barely able to move from the various internal injuries and complete energy depletion she had put herself through. The ringing in her ears made it hard to tell if the battle was still raging or if the world itself had gone silent.
It wasn't until she felt hands on her shoulders that she realized a few soldiers had grabbed onto her and were helping her move further away from the fight after Adolf handed her off.
Two apprentices were holding her weak body up, standing beside her, their armor dented, faces streaked with dirt and blood.
"My lady, you're hurt."
"You would appear to be right..."
Her voice came out weaker than she expected. She tried to keep her words humorous so as to not worry the soldiers, but her tone seemed almost too dry to be funny.
She tried to stand on her own, but the pain in her ribs made her collapse back down, her hand gripping one of the apprentice's shoulders to steady herself.
"Help her to the backline."
