Aluren’s transition from dream to reality was not a smooth one. Memories held that of bloodied, mangled knights, his arms did not carry a girl but his sword. He’d pause mid step, more puzzled that he was back in the forest than actually holding the girl he was certain wasn’t real. The man sighed deeply, adjusting the girl so she was raised up higher and against his armored chest.<br/><br/>They had found a clearing, a shrine that was left in ruins. The statue of a woman that one could assume her arms were out to offer –something before it was destroyed. There was no sign of anyone and the large, mysterious ruins were in such a way to act as shelter from the harsh winds. Gently, he’d place her upon the mossy surface, her sword pulled free from his belt to rest behind him, with his own doing the same, but within reach.<br/><br/>Pulling a gauntlet off, and then the other, he’d bring a hand to her blood smeared cheek, more testing to see if she was still conscious. The warmth she gave off surprised him, his body lightly jerking from the shock of actually feeling life under his fingertips. “My lady… we’re free of the city and I must check your wound.. that requires the removal of your armor.”