Lyo could have caught the Sorcerer if it weren't for the horrible weather. It was pitch black in the forest, he just barely could make out the outlines of trees. Narrowly missing them as he sprinted past. Mud began to quickly coat the bottom of his cloak. Lyo was quickly gaining on them. His only hope now was that they made a mistake. His heart raced, as they threw another blast of ice at him, but missed. That only made him want to catch them more.

Being a crook came in his favor, at this moment. He was fairly used to running away, and for that he was yet to get caught. He was surprisingly fast. Just another hard push and he'd have them. Suddenly, a scream ripped out of the person. In a blink of an eye they were gone. Confusion gripped him, but before he could figure out what had happened, the ground opened up beneath him and then he was free falling.

Lyo's body slid fast, when yet another lightning strike flashed, he spotted a tree root sticking out. Reaching out, he was able to grasp it. His body swung violently from the momentum of falling. Dangling, he reached up with his other hand. His hood slid off his head, as he glanced up. Wet black curls stuck to his forehead. Lyo tried to pull himself up, but the tree root snapped under his weight. Falling the rest off the way, he landed a few feet away from the others limp body.

Adrenaline still pumped through his blood, as he rolled to his side. Propping himself on his elbow, he spotted the lump of the person's body. Still determined to end them, he dragged his body up. Standing on shaky legs, he wiped the water droplets from his eyes. Unsheathing his sword, he held it limply in his right hand. His body screamed at him, but he'd crash to the ground once the danger was eliminated. The last thing he wanted was the Sorcerer to get up before him and send a killing blast of ice his way.

Standing over them, he used his muddy boot to roll them on their back. Planting his boot on their right wrist, he placed the sword on the underside of their chin. In case they still had some fight left in them, he didn't want to get a blast of ice to the face. Their hood still covered the upper half of their face. He could only see from their nose down. From the looks of it they weren't dead, their chest still rose and dropped. The thunderstorm still tore its way through the sky. Every so often lighting up the sky.

Lyo's adrenaline was running low. Now only having enough to make the killing blow. Just as he was seconds from pushing the sword through their neck, the individual pulled their hood back. His amber eyes widened a fraction, as he recognized her. How could he ever forget those rage filled emerald eyes paired with her fiery red hair that matched her spirit. Ethelia. He hesitated in disbelief, but reluctantly he pulled the sword away. Dropping it, it clattered to the muddy ground. Backing away a single step, he sat back. Knees bent he hung his head low, while he draped his arms over his knees. He pulled his face covering down, so he could get a full breath.

After a moment, he tried to collect himself. Thoughts swarmed in his mind. Like why the hell Ethelia was all the way out here. He knew this was partially his fault, but he wanted to put the full blame on Ethelia. If he hadn't heard her and her horse, he would have never followed the sound. Now, he was sitting gods know how far down in a ravine, potentially injured, trapped with the last person he wanted to see right now. It didn't help that it continued to pour on them, unlikely to stop anytime soon and it was pitch black out. Lyo could barely see his hand in front of him.

On the bright side, nothing was broken, or else he couldn't move as freely as he liked. However, his body was still aching in pain. Though he didn't doubt Ethelia was in much more pain, as she took the full force of the entire drop. Seeing as she hadn’t made a single move this entire time. Lyo managed to catch himself and fell from a shorter distance. It still hurt though. "Ethelia." The male was seething. He'd rather rage fuel him than let the aches and pains take over his senses. "I'm going to kill you when we get out of here." His tone was terrifyingly calm, as he threatened an injured Ethelia. If they ever got out, was really the key word. He didn't care if she heard his threat or not, he was mad at the shitty situation they were now stuck in.

Coming to his senses, he pushed his body off the ground. His body cried out in pain, he ignored it. Standing over Ethelia's body, he looked her over. Obviously he couldn't see any injuries, but no one took that fall and remained unscathed. If her injuries didn't kill her, the cold would. Snatching his sword off the ground, he slid it back into its sheath. Wordlessly, he lifted her off the cold, wet ground. He knew he should have warned her of what he was about to do, but a sick angry part of him wanted it to hurt her. Caring her limp body bridal style, he began walking down the dark ravine. They needed to find coverage from the rain if they wanted a chance at survival.

On any other occasion, Lyo would have gladly sunk that sword through her neck. However, seeing as this was indeed the daughter of the King they now have an alliance with, he couldn't do it. Hell, maybe if he managed to bring her back to the palace in one piece the King would award him handsomely. He would only help her out of obligation, not because he wanted to.

Lyo couldn't help but replay the moment he almost killed her. Those rage filled eyes glaring up at him. Even at the end of her life she was angry. He'd barely heard the woman over the thunder cracking through the sky. His amber eyes were narrowed, as he scanned their barren surroundings. There was nothing but dirt and stone. He cursed, as he continued down what felt like the miles long ravine. Using the lightning strikes to his advantage, he spotted what looked to be a cave.

A part of him was surprised with the fact she was allowing him to help her, let alone carry her. He may not know her very well, but from the few interactions they've had, she was stubborn. She probably still hated him for injuring her dragon. A part of him wondered if the dragon had made a recovery, though he would never ask her. She would most likely curse him out. He picked up his pace, wanting to get them out of the storm. Reaching the cave, he ducked down, to avoid hitting his head on the low stone.

It looked like it was just a dead end from what he could tell. Using his elbow he found the wall of the cave. Taking them to the furthest corner, he gently laid her down on the hard ground. He propped her back up on the wall of the cave. Taking the sheath of his sword off he placed it on the ground. Plopping himself down next to her, he pressed his entire left side into her small frame. It was the closest they could get to sharing body warmth, but seeing as they were both soaked there wasn't much he could do. It felt as though he were next to a damned corpse. He knew she was freezing, seeing as she was trembling in his arms when he was carrying her. Realization dawned on him, she hadn't said anything the entire time and he had felt her go limp at some point.

Although, she was right next to him he could barely see her. Ripping his gloves off, he reached out blindly into the dark. Finding the back of her head, he cradled her nape with one hand. She was cold to the touch, placing the back of his hand on her upper chest he felt her chest rise. It was shallow, but she was still breathing. Pulling his cold hands away from her, he felt something wet on the hand he had on her nape. It didn't feel like rain. He cursed, she was bleeding. Sitting up he took his cloak off and balled it up. Placing it behind her head, he couldn't tell where she was bleeding from, but he knew he had to apply pressure. Using his free hand, he tried shaking her shoulder to wake her. "Ethelia." He snapped. He didn't trust her sleeping state.

Everyone knew the first sign of someone's body shutting down, was allowing themselves to fall asleep. That was the time the body was most vulnerable. Lyo's brother branded it the Final Sleep. One had to keep the injured individual awake and alert. Distract their mind, while they were rushed to the nearest healer. Of course, Lyo didn't know the extent of Ethelia's injuries, but seeing her limp on the ground, he could guess it was pretty bad. A part of him was almost frantic to get her to wake up.

Lyo dropped his hand as she finally stirred awake. He rolled his eyes, not that she could see him, but that was his reaction to her first words to him since she woke up. "Yeah, fuck you too, Princess." He quietly growled back. He rubbed his hands together before cupping them and blowing hot air into his hands. Desperate for any find of warmth. He thought about stripping off his soaked clothing, but he figured he'd be worse off.

"You're not gonna die on me are you?" He questioned, trying to get a feel for just how hurt she was. A part of him was tempted to address his wounds, but he was too cold to even think about it. He knew if he slept he would wake up. His eyelids grew heavy with sleep. Exhaustion ate away at his body. Closing his eyes he leaned his head back on the hard rock.

Lyo had passed out at some point last night. No doubt from the exhaustion of the night befores events. His eyes fluttered open, eyes adjusting to the new lighting. His brows furrowed, as he was met with bright light that leaked into the cave from the small entrance. At the realization that he didn't feel Ethelia's small frame pressed into his side, he shot up. Grimacing from the pain that shot out through his sore body. Getting to his feet, he grabbed his sword, before going to the cave entrance. Ducking his head down, he shielded his eyes from the bright sun that beamed down on him.

Turning to his right, he spotted Ethelia. "Why didn't you wake me up?" His voice husky with sleep. Leaning his sword up on some stone, he stood in front of Ethelia. A glare on his features, as he looked her over. Now that it was light out he could see her much more clearly. In fact, the night before was not some crazy fear dream. The two truly had taken a tumble down into a ravine. He rolled his shoulders, as they ached. He most likely tore some of his stitches.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he was slowly waking up more. Questions from the night before coming in hot. "Do you want to tell me what the hell you were doing out here?" His tone was accusing. He'd been wanting to barrel her with questions since the night before, but seeing as they had other things to worry about he held his tongue.

(Sorry short, making room for dialogue.)