"We need to get him bandaged," Keji said quietly, eyeing the guardian warily. "He isn't healing." The words might have seemed strange to her, but to whoever knew the guardian they were true. Sephiroth should be healing by now. His energy reserves were empty, if not running on fumes.

The elf sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I would appreciate your help bandaging your queen as well," Keji said, smiling grimly. Slowly, he lifted a small bag that he'd had with him when they traveled. Luckily, it was full of things that could be turned into bandages. It wouldn't get both of the wounded companions bandaged completely, but it would at least help stop the blood flow.

"The queen first," Keji whispered, knowing that Sephiroth's sensitive hearing picked up on his breathed comment.

Looking to Lyra, his cold fingers brushed over her arm as he passed. "You're welcome. We all could use the rest." His smile was grim as he checked Kiyoshi's pulse. She was going to be alright, or so it seemed. Just unconscious, and hurt. At Lyra's question, the elf frowned. "At this rate, perhaps half a day. We should be out of here by dawn." It was unrealistic to aim for nightfall, for they were traveling at the pace of a herd of snails. Which were stuck in molasses.

Keji motioned Esshy over, carefully tearing a few bandages in preparation. "Lyra, do you have any water with you?" He honestly hadn't checked if anyone had any, but it would be useful in cleaning the queen's wounds - and the guardian's.
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From the shadows, Shara watched them with glowing eyes. She'd never liked the guardian. She'd never liked much of anyone, really. The woman hunkered down a few feet away, trying to ignore the scent of blood that lingered in the cavern. Her nose wrinkled, and it wasn't long before Shara ended up moving even farther off. She hated these people. Every single one of them.

Sephiroth watched Shara go with a watchful gaze. That one was unpredictable, at best. Once she was out of sight, the male's blue eyes moved down to his wounds. Honestly, it was a miracle he'd gotten as far as he had. Even he knew that. It was polite of the others to give him the dominance he wanted, but perhaps it was time to clean up a bit. He didn't want to risk not making it to the surface.

The guardian had finally rested himself against the stone wall, concentrating on breathing. He heard Keji's whispered words, but instead of hating the fact that he would receive help, he nearly welcomed it. Well, at least mentally. Closing his eyes, Sephiroth pressed a hand to the widest gash along his chest. The feeling brought a shock of pain through him, and adrenaline brought energy to his mind once again.

Glancing over to the others, he realized that the blind girl was with them. Of course. A blind girl underground. How could that ever go wrong? Sephiroth hissed in a breath as he pulled his hand away. Alright, so it was bad. Really bad. Like, if he didn't receive medical attention in the next few hours, he could potentially not be making it out of the caverns alive.

Just like that, his energy crashed once again. Sephiroth leaned back again, unable to think of a clear solution. Perhaps the others would help him. Perhaps they would comply with his earlier demands, and not offer aid. Either way, he couldn't think anymore. The only thing he could think of was how vulnerable they were - of how vulnerable Kiyoshi had been during the attack.

"Is she alright?" he asked weakly, surprised by how sluggish his words came to his lips. Sephiroth slowly opened his eyes, noticing that everything was moving through some kind of fog.