Strong wind blew by, tousling the purple strands of Rose's hair. She dragged her body with the one healthy arm she still had, cursing the weakness that took hold of her at such a critical time. Her injuries were far from completely healed, but her life was no longer in danger. Despite that, she found herself unable to stand with all the tension having drained from her body.
Arriving at the edge and looking down, she realized that being unable to stand might not have been such a bad thing in her current state.
She understood the youth's desire to keep her safe, but did he really have to leave her on a ledge more than two hundred meters high?
"Damn it, Dante…"
