Just a little continuation. Showing that I can not write one shots, I always find some reason to continue them.
The world seemed to grind to a halt when Sergeant Domitan from the Kings Own emerged from the mages stone tower with the unconscious Lady Knight Keladry of Tortall lying in his arms.
The courtyard of the Scanran fort, which had been a chaotic jumble if noise, fell silent as those around began to notice the sergeant and the woman laying as though dead, in his arms.
Standing where he was, Dom readjusted the body in his embrace, clutching her tighter to his chest and feeling his own heart beat in time with hers.
Neal was bent over a body on the cold ground so he didn't immediately see them walk through the solid wooden door that had lead to the mages privet quarters. It was Owen, who tears ran like rivers down his cheeks, who tapped Neal on the shoulder and merely pointed to them, unable to voice the words.
Turning and looking over his shoulder, Neal's already pale face lost its entire remaining colour and he staggered to his feet. Gripping tightly onto Owen's arm to help him stand, swaying slightly as though a strong breeze whipped through the inner courtyard and threatened to knock him down.
Dom shook his head lightly and spoke to the unconscious Knight "I told you we'd cause a scene"
Dom confidently strode over to where Neal stood, the young Knight and healer was using Owen as a prop and Dom could clearly see him shaking with exhaustion.
Kneeling down he gently laid Kel's prone body on the pallet at Neal's feet, positioning her arms and feet to that neither fell over the side of the makeshift bed.
From his position on the ground, Dom looked up at his cousin and the young squire who stood side by side.
"Well" he said expectantly.
"Well what?" Neal asked, running his hand over his tired eyes, closing them for a moment before opening them and keeping them downcast.
"Don't tell me you used it all up," Dom said as he hoisted himself into a standing position "Cause your going to have to stop the bleeding, at the very least" he stated and Neal looked at him directly, puzzled.
After giving his cousins a confused look, Neal let his gaze roam over Dom's body.
Not finding a drop of blood on him, apart from a small amount of transfer on his shirt, he cast his eyes on Kel and dropped suddenly, like a dead weight, to her side.
"She's alive" he whispered hoarsely, as a soft green glow began to emanate from his hands. He prodded gently at her arm before he began to peel away at the makeshift bandage Kel had applied.
"Of course she's alive," Dom said, his voice carrying loud and clear over the courtyard, and to all those gathered around "I don't know what type of medical training you had but I was always taught to check for a pulse before pronouncing someone dead"
Neal's glare was half hearted and the small, grateful smile on his face was quickly replaced with a look of grim determination as he began to work on Kel's injured arm.
Dom could tell by the way that he picked at them, that the strips of cloth Kel had used to steam the flow of blood from the gash on her arm, did not match up to his cousins standards and quickly sent Owen of to fetch some clean linen and water.
He finally let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, glad and releaved that she was finally getting the medical treatment she needed. Knowing Kel, she'd be back up on her feet in no time.
"Just in time to be found guilty of treason and be left hanging on traitors hill" a small voice said in the back of his head.
Dom ignored it, Raoul wouldn't have sent him and his men along if he thought they where going to get in real trouble for it. He sighed heavily, they had to get safely home first before he started worrying about any of that.
Turning around Dom observed that nearly everyone, human and animal alike, had stopped to watch what was happening.
"What are you lollygaggers waiting for?" he cried, a grin upon his face "She's not going to magically jump to her feet. My cousin is not that good a healer"
This raised a few chuckles from those around, many making signs of thanks to the gods that their "protector" was safe and well.
"I believe you where given orders, follow them" Dom said in a commanding voice as he ran his hand through his hair "Then get some rest," he said gazing down at Kel, who's pale cheeks had regained some of their former colouring.
"We have a long journey home"