Gently took her hand, pulling her closer and allowing her to lean on him. Guiding her hand, he’d press it against her wound before whispering. “Keep pressure on it.” Leaning over, he’d take hold of the edge of his cloak, tearing a large, slender piece and balling it up. Slipping the piece of cloth between her hand and the wound, he’d bring his hand over hers, aiding in stopping the blood flow.<br/><br/>“I can help, but not here, we can’t stay here.” His tone was a mere whisper as he glanced over his shoulder, a fear forming in his chest as he looks down the dark, bloodstained hall that lead to the exit. The trees of the forest were gone, and the girl before him, a daughter of the slain king. Bellowing laughter could be heard in the distance, from before them or behind..? He didn’t know.<br/><br/>Scooping up  Isabella into his arms, he carried her through the forest, down the dark hall whose walls were stained with her families blood. His long strides made short work with the fear in his heart only fueling his need to bring the woman to safety. “We’re almost out… just keep your eyes closed.” He spoke in a hushed tone, his face now clearly seen from the angle she was in.<br/><br/>His once pure, deep blue eyes were now violet with a downward scar across his eye displaying the close call he had in the past with a sword. Rogue strands of raven black hair stuck to his dirt patched and sweating face, though it was clear by the wild look in his eyes he may not have been all there.