The strange being was speaking to him, Kaden soon realised, meeting his stare with his own penetrating green jewels, unfazed by the words. Kaden would survive this condition, was healing more so by the hour yet the journey slowed the progress. Nonetheless, he would not be rendered unconscious whilst carrying her. Nor would he endanger the female. And yet the male was right. The Guardian was better made to wield a sword than Faskin. Regardless, he was confident that in such a scenario when bearing his blade would be necessary, it would be all too simple to deliver the girl to another member… though still he held his doubts as to their ability to care for her.<br/><br/>Looking to the female who spoke… the one which seemed to radiate death, he tilted his head slightly in gratitude for her contribution. Exhaling slowly to steady himself, Kaden sunk down onto the path with ease and rested her across his lap with her side and cheek still supported by his chest. The male removed the leather binding from his upper arm and drew it lower to the wound in his warring arm, wrapping it tightly around the wound to bandage it and stanch the blood flow. Tying it tight about his bicep, He then rose to his feet once more, gathering her with him. “We continue.” He concluded, his only words, his deep timbre resonating out to the group as he began to stride once more.<br/>