This was a request for hina ichigo.

Frey reached up on her tip-toes, straining her arms and legs in her fruitless attempts to reach the opening of the trap door which she had fallen into. Frey hadn't known Obsidian Manor to have any trap-door in all her explorations, and this false sense of security lead her to this point.

Frey winced, her ankle likely twisted and swollen with how much it was throbbing. She tried to keep pressure off it as much as possible. She had given both her cure and return spells to Leon for upgrades, but the priest had already been doing something for Kiel.

She reached up again, her hand a good foot or two from the opening.

"H-hey, is someone down there?" She glanced up in hope, recognizing the voice as belonging to Dylas.

"Dylas! Thank god you're here," the girl cheered, instantly perking up. "Can you help me out of here, please?"

"Uh, sure," he replied, grabbing both her hands and pulling her up so that she could grip the frame. He let go and readjusted his hold as Frey pulled herself up more, allowing him to hook his hands under her arms and pull her the rest of the way out.

He blushed when she leaned against him, "Thank you."

"W-whatever, idiot." He let go and turned away to hide his red face, but recoiled when he heard her wince in pain. "Hey, are you alright?"

"I sprained my ankle a bit," Frey admitted, surprised when Dylas stooped down and gently analyzed the appendage.

"We should have Nancy and Jones take a look at it," Dylas stated, standing back up. "Do you have a return spell on you?"

Frey shook her head, and decided to tease him a little, "Guess you'll just have to carry me, huh?"

"S-shut up," Dylas muttered, but turned around and leaned down, indicating for Frey to get on his back.

The girl carefully hooked her arms around his neck, her legs supported by his arms.

"You're pretty light," he remarked, and Frey almost felt offended at his genuine surprise, but let it go as the boy was already way outside his comfort zone.

Dylas was relieved that Frey couldn't see his face during the walk back to Selphia. His face was beet red and he hoped the faux princess couldn't tell that his hands were getting clammy from being in such close contact with her thighs, which felt smooth and toned, rousing his imagination. He mentally kicked himself, knowing that it was wrong to fantasize about Frey's smooth skin when she was injured, but thanked whoever was up there for letting him find her first.

He jumped a little in surprise when she rested her head against his shoulder, her breaths tickling his neck. Dylas paused for a moment to look at her, and wasn't able to stop the amused smile from etching onto his face.

Frey had fallen asleep.

"You're really naïve," he whispered softly. Dylas couldn't help but wonder if Frey knew how she made him feel like he was being attacked by Native Dragons, but in a good way, or if she recognized him as a man with impulses and needs.

Dylas stepped into the last room of the mansion, relieved that Frey had probably defeated Marionetta upon her entrance hours earlier, and quickly walked out the door and into the sunlight.

The walk to the clinic was short, much too short for his liking, but he-reluctantly-released Frey into the care of Nancy. He was invited to stay, the nurse assuring him that Frey would be alright after a Cure spell and some rest.

The boy ended up agreeing and plopped into an empty seat to wait, idly passing the thirty minutes that it took for Frey to awaken.

"Come 'ere," she sleepily ordered.

Dylas, intrigued, followed the order and moved closer to her.

She indicated for him to bend down before she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thanks for being my knight, Dylas."

His face, he knew, had reached an all new level of red, and he sputtered for a moment before finally coming up with an appropriate response.

"Anytime."