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[burping]

[ the night is dark and full of terrors and for a moment, when her bracelet turns on, you cannot see anything before until she steps beneath a lighted torch. after being gray for so many days, she looks... disheveled and confused as delicate fingers run over the bracelet a few times, recognition slowly gracing her features, her face ashen.

while she's not completely helpless, nor is she completely a delicate flower, she is certainly not used to such a journey or treatment. it's clear it's taken it's toll on her as she looks down at her bracelet and speaks, softly, voice a little rough.]

Can anyone hear me? Is there anyone there?

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[video]

[sleeveless]

My lady? [ His voice carries a distinct note of alarm. ]

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[starktomboy]

Mithian!! Are you alright?

[She certainly doesn't look alright.]

[video]

[burping]

[ for a moment, she looks even more confused before she seems to recognize him, her expression a mixture of relief and exhaustion.] Is that truly you, Sir Percival?

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[burping]

[ give her a moment.] Arya, it gladdens my heart to see you. [ she sounds a bit breathless.] It seems... I have been lost.

[video]

[sleeveless]

'Tis indeed. [ He squints at the feed in apparent concern. ] Forgive me for saying but... You look quite unwell. Is anything the matter?

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[starktomboy]

Is someone coming to find you? You sound like you can barely make the trip back to your house.

[Arya's already pacing her room, Nymeria watching her from the corner off screen.]

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[verybigpheasants]

[ Aha! She's back! Not looking particularly well, but neither did Lancelot, and he's recovered well enough. It's recoverable. All in all, this is pretty much wonderful. ]

Most definitely yes on both accounts, Princess.

[video]

[burping]

It seems... I think I have been--[ her knees buckle a bit and she almost collapses, holding onto the wall nearby.] lost, gray.

[video]

[sleeveless]

My lady! [ His teeth grit. ]

Quickly, you must tell me where you are. I will come aid you.

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[burping]

[ she recognizes sir gwaine much faster, for she's known him much longer. she lets out a breath.] Sir Gwaine, it is good to see you.

[video]

[burping]

[ she squints into the darkness, glancing around.] I think I am near the gates of the city, perhaps... near the market?

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[burping]

Sir Percival seems to have taken it upon himself to help me. [ and for that, she is so very grateful.]

[video]

[sleeveless]

[ The words are barely out of her mouth and he is already scrambling to his feet. ]

Don't move. I'm on my way.

[ He shuts off the video but leaves the audio connected. If she listens closely, she can probably hear the steady puffs of his breath as he jogs in the direction of the city gates. ]

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[verybigpheasants]

Likewise. [ See frame of reference. ] Feeling alright? Need someone to get you a healer?

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[burping]

[ the cutest puppy knight ever.] I am weak and a little... disoriented, I must admit. Sir Percival is good enough to come get me. [ she sounds breathless by the end of that speech.]

[video]

[burping]

[ and she is grateful towards him, beyond words, things coming back to her a little more quickly, even as she feels weak.]

[audio]

[sleeveless]

[ He is brandishing a torch that he thought to grab before leaving the house. ]

Look for the moving light. That will tell you I am near.

[audio]

[burping]

I shall. [ she leans against the wall more, her eyes narrowing, hoping to see that light soon because she feels herself starting to fade.]

[audio]

[sleeveless]

[ At last, he thinks he spots her. Although his lungs ache from running all this way, he only increases his speed to reach her. ]

Now. Do you see it?

[audio]

[burping]

[ she's quiet for a moment but the sharp intake of breath should be answer enough before--] Yes, yes, I see it. [ she tries to straighten herself up, to stand.] I am here. Thank you for coming to-- [of course, the moment she speaks and he is so close, she moves to step forward only to start to crumble towards the ground.]

[sleeveless]

[ Percival doesn't hesitate even a moment to drop hold of the torch, lunging forward to catch her in his strong arms before she can touch the ground. Quite tenderly, he draws her back to full height, bracing her against his chest. ]

Everything will be alright now, my lady. I've got you.

[burping]

Thank you, [ she whispers the words a little weakly. she doesn't faint, not exactly, her eyes flutter a little. she's just exhausted and overwhelmed.] Sir Percival.

[sleeveless]

Quiet now and rest. [ He reaches behind him, to unclasp his cape - which he has worn for this purpose. With one hand, he drapes it over her shoulders. It swallows her up in its warm and he scoops the entire bundle of her up into his arms to be carried. ]

[burping]

[ she doesn't try to speak any further, she only curls against him and into the cloak as well, keeping around her. she imagines that she's not exactly hard to carry, being so petite and even moreso because of being lost. still, she hopes it's not too much effort for him, she's grateful to him and his warmth.]

[sleeveless]

[ It would hardly be strenuous carrying her, even on a good day in Camelot. But here with his super strength, he might as well only be carrying the cape alone for how effortless it is.

The walk back is slower without the aid of the torch to guide his path. This way, he must stick only to the streets and not take any shortcuts through darkened alleys. Not with this precious cargo in tow.

His gaze flickers down from time to time, to reassure himself that she is fine now. ]