Ashelia opened her mouth to speak but nothing meaningful came out. "Ah… al–alright." Was all she could manage as she swallowed nervously.
He was so close to her that his scent threatened to overtake her senses. "S… so do we move him together?"
Azrael shook his head slowly. "How could I ask you to lift such a huge man with those delicate arms?" He asked. "Leave him, I will be able to carry him on my own."
Ashelia pursed her lips. 'My arms are not delicate at all.' She thought but still nodded as she struggled to stand. Her knees shook and almost buckled but Azrael rushed to steady her.
He frowned slightly. "Will you be able to walk on your own?"
Ashelia managed a single nod. "I… I can… I can mana…" Her voice trailed off, and her eyes rolled back into her head before she collapsed heavily into his arms.
"I suppose that answers that," he mused as he bent down to position his hand behind her knees and carefully lifted her into his arms.
