Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151024172147/@comment-5543592-20151026224619

Scire murmured to himself as he rushed over to her and dropped to his knees by her side. He shouldn't move her.

Moving her would make it worse. But did he really have a choice? He glanced off from the mountainside, back into the freezing, ominous forzen, and took a shaky breath, before steeling himself. Hawke needed him.

He gentled pulled her unconscious form to him, dragging her body up over his knees and onto his thighs. He reached up to pull her hood back, and hesitated, before shaking his head and going ahead with it, pulling the hood free and then unfastening the cloak. He wrapped said cloak around her, to keep her warm and to stop her from moving- movement would do more damage than good.

Once that was done, he lifted her into his arms, and stood up, holding her close. He didn't know how he was going to carry her all the way back to Windhelm, but there were no other options. He couldn't very well drag her through the snow. He took a tenative step forward, shaking as he stepped down, for he was unbalanced, and then pressed on.