Well, it had a good run for what's it worth, thanks anyway!
“Pretty witty angel wangel…” MDP murmured as she stared at the woman through tear-filed eyes. “Like, will you be friendy wendies with Magical Dream Princess, pretty witty angel wangel person werson?” she inquired. “Like, pretty pretty witty witty pleasey weasey will you?” she pleaded, clasping her tiny hands together and bringing her tear-streaked face ever closer to Inquisitor. “Will you, will you, will you?”
Both men finally nodded in agreement, and Vesemir asked Gray to hold his lantern before speaking softly to Roxas first. "Dear Roxas, could you help me lift up our poor Stepan? I will carry him-- Those who still have strength, please lend me your aid. Let's take back these poor lands back to our camp."
Roxas looked up to everyone huddling around before still applying the pressure to stop the bleeding. "He's still bleeding. I have pretty much no mana, so if we encounter anyone else heavily wounded... I can only apply medical knowledge. We haven't stopped to recover since the last fight. I wouldn't even be able to produce the basic healing if I wanted."