The pair of hands in red leather gloves that belonged to Seira softly ran up to Frey's shoulders, to wake him up as gently as she could. His long lashes fluttered, and his eyes slowly opened to a tight gap as she lifted his head up. It was surprising how soft and careful Seira could be when it involved Frey...<br/>"Master, wake up... I brought Sarah. Do you remember Sarah? She says she can help you." she spoke quietly to him, holding his head up with one hand, while the other one wandered down to pick his own hand up. It was pale and bony, even more than it used to...<br/><br/>His mask was set just a few inches away from his head, hidden under the blanket that covered him just a while ago. Its white shape was damaged, a cobweb-like crack running from the left wing both to the jaw and eye gap. It looked like a bullet crack, and as Seira carefully removed the blanket from his chest, moving the half-unbuttoned shirt away, circular red stains were revealed on the white wraps, covering his chest, too.<br/><br/>"We were shot at." she explained quietly. All along, she didn't receive any reaction from her Master - Frey lay in her arms like a puppet, not even his eyes moving.