Third Person's POV
Nyx remained silent and showed no reaction to Velcy's presence. She simply held Ethan close and seemed totally unbothered by the filth and blood clinging to his clothes and skin.
The warmth of her body, even through her armor was a stark contrast to his cold and exhausted form.
Swallowing her fear, Velcy reached out with trembling hands and carefully wrapped her fingers around Ethan's sticky bloodied wrist.
A tense moment passed as she felt for his pulse.
Relief flooded her features as she exhaled shakily and was finally reassured that he was still alive.
Virelle who was watching from the side felt some of the tension within her ease.
Her rigid posture softened slightly and though she did not approach, her sharp gaze remained locked on Ethan. She trusted in his strength and resilience.
She believed he would definitely recover. But her thoughts were now consumed by something else entirely.