Robin quickly glanced up, hearing a loud yowl cut through the din and clash of metal on metal. That was Brady- Or it sounded like him. Either way, someone was in trouble. She finished off the Risen staggering towards her and threw a quick glance around, making sure no one needed orders, and darted off in the direction of the yell.
She encountered no obstacles on the way to help her companion, but she bitterly regretted not staying at Brady's side. Even if it wasn't him, she worried for his safety. It only took her a moment to recognize his shock of spiky blonde hair- and in the same moment, she saw the Risen raising a mace above him. She couldn't tell immediately what his injuries were, but by the way he was cowering, she didn't think he would last long on his own.
Whipping out a tome, she struck down the Risen with a bolt of lightning. Given how quickly it fell, she could guess that Brady had done some damage to it already.
Robin hurried over, sliding to a halt in front of him. He was trying to get to his feet, staff in hand and clasping it to his shoulder.
"Brady? Are you hurt?"
"Bah, I'm alright. What're you doing runnin' to my side, now?" He scowled up at her as she crouched down, reaching tentatively out to steady him.
"You're my companion. I'm here to help." She gave him a small smile, relieved that he didn't seem to be bleeding. "Come on, can you stand?"
"Yeah, quit worryin', jeeze!" Brady barked, struggling to get on one knee, and then using his staff to haul himself up. He watched the ground as he slowly straightened, swaying somewhat and trying not to move his arm. He waved a hand at Robin to shoo her away, looking up finally. He only had a moment to take in her worried expression before he saw the Risen behind her.
"Robin- Look out-"
He reached out, as if he could push her to the side, but no sooner were the words out of his mouth did the blade sink into her back. His grip on his staff tightened and he recoiled in horror, his eyes stinging with tears immediately threatening to spill.
"Brady-" As Robin spoke his name, her voice strangled and pained, she looked down at the tip of the sword sticking through her middle. She almost reached for it, as if in disbelief, but the Risen shoved her forward, off of the blade, and into Brady.
He caught her, her horrified visage burned into his memory though he saw it for only a moment. She was limp in his arms, but he felt her hand resting on his uninjuried shoulder. He didn't dare take his eyes off the Risen moving towards him, though his vision was blurred with the tears sliding down his cheeks.
A fireball, perhaps it was stray, or maybe it was purposeful, struck the Risen, and it diverted its attention to the caster. Brady sunk to his knees, wrapping his arm around Robin's body as she leaned lifelessly on him. He couldn't carry her on a good day, much less with a dislocated shoulder. But he had to get her out of here. He tried to drag her, and when that didn't work, he bit his lip and got her limp body upright, putting his arm around her shoulders. She was still conscious, it seemed, but feeble, stumbling as he guided her off the battlefield. Blood was blossoming rapidly over her shirt and back, and Brady was struggling to keep from sobbing.
"J-Jus' hang in there, Robin..!" He choked, seeing the medical tent just ahead. Frederick was standing guard, and he watched in shock as the two of them stumbled up, Brady bawling and Robin bleeding heavily. Frederick pushed open the flap the tent to let them in, still looking dismayed.
"Thanks fer helpin'!" Brady barked, his snivel directly after lessening the effect. Hearing him coming in, Lissa appeared, directly followed by Maribelle.
"Robin-" "Brady!" Maribelle interrupted Lissa abruptly, looking almost offended that her son had just stumbled in with their injuried tactician whilst weeping. "What on earth happened?"
Lissa darted over, letting Maribelle handle Brady, and pulled Robin over to a cot, starting to tend to the injury.
"I- I got hurt, Ma, and R-Robin came runnin-"
"Speak clearly, I can't tell what you're saying!"
"I said Robin came to save me!"
"And she got hurt? What about your shoulder-"
"Yowch! Don't touch that!"
Maribelle pulled away as Brady yelped and put a hand to his shoulder, after just trying to lay her own hand on it, perhaps a little roughly.
"It's dislocated, Brady dear- Come on, let me handle it!" She turned on her heel, grabbing the wrist of his uninjured arm and hauling him away from Lissa and Robin.
"Ma, I got it-"
"You quite obviously don't 'got it'!"
Once they were at the end of the tent, she stopped and turned to face him, huffing angrily.
"Just hold still, and don't squirm!"
"Mhh-" Brady leaned away from her a bit, closing one eye and gritting his teeth in anticipation of the agony of setting a dislocated shoulder. She popped it back in with a small, "There," but her voice was drowned out by Brady's howl of pain.
"Oh, please, it doesn't hurt that much-"
"It hurts, Ma! Feels like ya broke it, snapped the bone clean in two!"
"You're overexaggerating. And maybe it wouldn't have happened so easily if you didn't hunch like that!" Maribelle's brow knit as she fretted, glancing over him to make sure he didn't have any additional injuries.
Brady sniffled and wiped at his teary eyes, done complaining for the moment. The pain from his shoulder was fading rapidly, and he felt a bit embarrassed for overreacting.
He threw a glance towards Robin, although she couldn't be seen through the curtains seperating the cots.
"Wh-Why did Robin have to be the one to come..."
"How do you mean?"
"I mean- I mean nothin', Ma."
She pursed her lips suspiciously, but then began to shoo Brady out of the tent and back to the battle.
"Quit shovin', I'm going, I'm going-"
"You have others you could be helping. Go on now, get back to the battle before I go out there myself."
Brady only caught a glimpse of Robin's face, having to crane his neck before Maribelle pushed him along. She was sweaty and pale, her hair sticking to her skin and her face contorted into an expression of pain as Lissa stitched the injury closed.
After the battle, Brady made a beeline for the medical tent. Frederick was no longer standing guard, and Lissa and Maribelle had gone out to heal any of the injured. Something he could've done, but he guessed it would be easier with six hands rather than two.
He went silently to Robin's cot, feeling relieved to see that she was asleep. He sat on a chair beside her, watching her for a moment, before bringing his knees up to his chest dejectedly. "You really did good, Brady old boy. Didn't'cha now...Everybody's gonna be without a tactician out there." Brady stuck out his lower lip and furrowed his brow, resting his chin on his forearm.
He was left very much alone with her, save for in the evening when Lissa came in to check on Robin.
"Oh- I didn't know you were here, Brady. I was bringing some soup for Robin, do you want me to get you some?" As she spoke she handed the bowl to him.
"Mh- Yeah, thanks." He grumbled, and then she left him again. He leaned over, peering into Robin's face. She was feverish, but he couldn't tell if she was asleep or not.
"Hey, Robin. Are you in the world of the livin'?"
She shifted her head slightly, and her eyes fluttered open. Brady smiled softly at her, though she wasn't even looking at him.
"There's food for you."
Robin slowly moved the blankets off her shoulders and pushed herself up, seeming bleary. She took the offered bowl shakily, and Brady stood, carefully steadying her hands. She took small sips from it, and he watched her with quiet concern.
Robin watched his hands, and she seemed so strained that Brady swore he could see the gears turning in her head when she tried to think. She didn't seem capable of recognizing much, but realized food was important.
When she finished, she handed the bowl off to him. Brady looked into her face, raising an eyebrow.
"How're you feeling?"
"It hurts."
She promptly laid back down and rolled over, her back away from him.
"Hoo. that's it, huh?" He muttered, sitting down again, and then waited for Lissa to return with his dinner.
