Luckily for him, Eragon came to his senses within seconds and quickly made his way to Saphira, and nearly instantly the two dragons and their riders (Riders or not) were airborne.
After the adrenaline rush calmed down, and Miantha could think in sentences instead of the word 'escape escape escape' marquee-ing across her head, she realized that Brom wasn't talking. And then she remembered that he had an arrow through his neck. "Earth almighty BROM!" She yelled, looking around, but it was too late - he was soaking in red, bright red, and his eyes were glazed over like a dead deer's. It all went black for a moment, then her vision came back with full force, showing her details she did not formerly see (and that I will not repeat).
Just as good vision was restored, it was quickly stolen away by tears. Balefire did not comment, simply sent comforting images and feelings to her. Miantha glanced over to the others, riding on Saphira. Eragon was stroking the long, black hair of the elf that Miantha so desperately wished she had, and Murtagh looked as though he was a thousand miles away, hidden beneath a stone exterior.
"Eh..." She tried to yell over to them, but her throat had closed up and nothing was coming out except for a very ugly sounding groan. Miantha cleared her throat and tried again to speak, the words not sounding like her but coming out nonetheless.
"Murtagh," She croaked. He didn't reply, just kept looking stonily ahead. Eragon wasn't paying any attention either, the elf was unconscious, and Saphira was concentrating solely on keeping the heavy load on her back afloat.
"Murtagh," She croaked again, a little louder this time, and he popped into the present time again with a slight snap of his head and a quick blink. "Yes?" He asked, tired and apathetic, obviously not wanting to hear the answer. "Murtagh, Brom is...Brom...he's..." Miantha broke out in tears and Murtagh began to pay a little more attention. "Brom is what?" When she didn't answer, he exploded with pent-up fury, "CURSE YOU WOMAN BROM IS WHAT!"
"He's dead," Miantha sobbed, feeling more and more of Brom's lifeblood staining her only remaining traveling cloak. She would wear his death until she could purchase a new one.
Murtagh was already distracted. "Oi, Eragon!" He shouted in front of him. "Mm-hm," Murmured Eragon, still entranced with the elf's beauty. "Brom is dead, you idiot, stop mooning over that unconscious elf! Why do you look at one you have never known and mourn not the death of one you love! FOOL!" Eragon came to life then, looking wildly around to Balefire, where Brom was lying against a crying Miantha.
