Once inside the fort Kisra, felt very faint, and almost fell over, she would have, if not for a passing elf, seeing her getting ready to fall. He leaped to her side and caught her before she could hit the ground.
"Are you okay," came the kind voice. Kisra tried to get a look at the mans face, but her vision was to blurred. She was very tired, and in a lot of pain.
Kisra could hear voices around her, the elf must of called someone to help me. Faintly she heard, "Gimli, I'm going to take him to be treated, if Aragorn asks for me tell him I'm with the injured."
Kisra had the feeling that she was being carried.
Waking up from his painful sleep, Azuma rubbed his head trying to think of how he got where he was. Looking in his hands he noticed the red hair. All at once it all came back to him.
Standing up Azuma made his way out of the dark room he was in. He noticed that the fort was bustling with activity, and there seemed to be a lot of injured people around. Azuma figured the battle was over.
Grabbing the sleeve of a passing man, Azuma, pleaded to be told news of the battle. "what's the outcome? Tell me did we win?"
The man looked at Azuma with pity, looking at the state of Azuma. "Ah, no worries, boy. It is done. And we did win, although we lost a many a good men. But were you not out there fighting?"
Azuma was happy to hear that the battle was won, but he paled at the mans words, what's become of Kisra? He thought. Trying to think up an excuse as to why he did not fight, he thought he'd do what his sister did. "Umm, I am a girl, but that's okay, people always think I'm a boy. Maybe when I get older I'll look more like the girl that I am."
"Oh, well sorry all the same." He patted Azuma on the head before heading off.
Walking around Azuma noticed a pale haired elf caring a poor little injured boy, he wondered if the boy was alive. As he got closer to them he noticed the boy's face, it was not a boy, it was Kisra. Oh thank Merlin, she's alive!
"Wait," the elf turned from Azuma and started to take Kisra another way.
Hearing the little voice of a child call to him, the elf turned. Seeing Azuma, panting behind him, he asked. "what's the matter?"
"that's my sis..my brother. Is he alive?" Azuma caught himself just in time, he did not want to get Kisra in trouble.