Alicarde smiled faintly beneath his hood, suppressing the fatigue clawing at him. He adjusted Malefica in his arms, her weight lighter than expected, as he quipped,
"Don't be ridiculous, I'm immortal. Got Marian, got the pentacle—it was no biggie….. it was so easy I even feel like sleeping. "
Malefica nodded weakly, her lips curving into a soft smile.
"That's good… our actions today weren't in vain."
He couldn't help but notice how close her face was to his, her blood-streaked features catching the faint light. He cleared his throat, shifting slightly.
"Erhm… what about her?"
His gaze flicked to Cassandra, still kneeling a short distance away, her face pale and unreadable.
Malefica followed his gaze, shaking her head.
"There's no need to worry about her. The battle is over…. She won't try anything now."
Alicarde frowned, his eyes trailing down Malefica's blood-soaked body.