Aloe wasn’t sure what to expect when he had wandered onto the ruins and stared in disbelief. He didn't know how long he had parted from his teammates, but it was a sure thing that the situation was dire. Instead of decaying stones and overgrown forestry as he had imagined, before him was a scene unlike anything he had ever experienced. While the towering pillars and shimmering rubies were a sight to behold, the main actors were the one who took center stage. A single jagged statue moved with the trembles of the earth. Its appearance would’ve been a severe beauty if it hasn’t been carved in the cruelest of ways. In front of it was a man with a peg leg, a walking pile of bones, and Kettle.
His heat pounded rapidly, and no matter how much he tried to breath, it raced against his chest. With his one good eye, the Changeling immediately assessed the situation. As much as he wanted to help for both his benefit and the others, he was very much lacking in weaponry. Instead, he made his way over to the nearest thing he could find – a seemingly unconscious person near a pillar. No pool of blood surrounded her nor did the body looked as though it was crushed.
Aloe knelt next to the prone figure and pressed two fingers – his index and middle - against the side of her bare neck, on an artery just underneath the jaw. He waited, keeping a steady eye on the danger, as the seconds passed.
There.
He felt it – there was a pulse.
He wasn’t sure what the others were up to, but for now, his priorities were to get the wounded/useless out of here. He’ll worry about the stone monstrosity when the unconscious woman is out of the way. His physique may be small and thin, but now is the time to act. It wouldn’t do to let the pegged man die in vain when he seemed to have offered to act as bait. Wrapping his arms under her pits and around her chest, Aloe dug his heels into the ground and began to pull. At a much slower rate than he would’ve liked, he dragged the young woman to the nearest thicket, concealing themselves among the branches.
Out of sight, out of mind – that was how the saying went. Often times it was true; although, for how long? He aimed a light slap on the woman's cheeks, hoping she would wake soon. He has no time to babysit those who nap – he was no medic for a reason.
