Grim was lying on the stone and dirt, fighting to catch a breath. He was wounded, but alive, and probably would be running if it wasn't for the crushing pain in his chest.
He tried to lift up his head, at least to see what was happening, and was just in time to see a flash of purple at the other end of the chasm that disappeared mid air. He saw Eina rise... and fall, and for a moment he was sure this time she had fallen to her doom.
He dragged himself to the edge of the precipice, and in doing so he was able to catch the sound of a string of angry curses.
He tried to get up but failed, "E-Eina..."
"Get away! Hands off!" She sounded close, and no sooner had she said that a silverite dagger appeared on the ledge and stuck to the dirt with violence. Soon an arm followed, and finally Eina's whole body rolled over the edge and laid at his side, panting.
"Grim... Grim, are you...? Are you..." She dragged herself to him, and when their eyes finally met a sigh escaped her, "Alive... good."
He tried to reply but breathing was still some task, and decided that his strength was more needed elsewhere. The battle raged behind them. Argine was a formidable enemy, but so were the gnomes, they would need to get out of their sight fast, lest they recognized them, specially them who'd been at Ohn's Stand. Eina helped him up and almost carried him down to the entrance of the Sanctum.
He sputtered, "Wait... wait."
"What is it?"
"Not that... way. More gnomes. There..." and he pointed at the crumbled edge of their side of the passage, where a part of the rock and dirt simply seemed to have broken and they smoothed their way down in a very steep but somewhat smooth slope.
Eina snorted, almost laughed, but without a word she plopped down and he followed suit, she grabbed him firmly by the waist and pushed them down. The involuntary adrenaline might have given back some live to his shocked lungs, because when their descent was over, Grim finally felt his chest fill with air, and with a gravelled voice he said, "I am one lucky bastard."
...
Limping away to the entrance, they made their way back to the surface where Crilgarin and Phasmer were already waiting. Grim, albeit weak, was already fully on his feet, but perhaps his arm lingered around her a little longer than it could've. They made their way to a hidden spot up the hills and watched the whole thing unfold from a safe distance. Well, Crilgarin and Phasmer watched, because Eina spent her time fussing over Grim and searching her pockets for useful potions while he looked on, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips.
"You did it, dove. You fucking did it."
"We did it. As I knew we would."
"Know an awful lot for someone with no fate."
Eina snorted, almost laughed. It would've bothered her, if he wasn't smiling like a star in the heavens, and she wasn't still so full of adrenaline and so happy to see him alive.
"It's called having faith, Grim." Crilgarin said, without turning. And it was a good thing too because behind her, Eina was already leaning down over Grim and his hands pulling her closer into a kiss.