<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, William Bond, Lilian Montague, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Sylria]<br/><br/>Groaning as the sharp pain becomes a lightning bolt of agony Sebastian blinks rapidly fighting away the sparkles of color that dance before his eyes. When the arrow is finally free of his flesh he mumbles his thanks to Imogene. While leaning his head back to rest against the carriage wheel sweat beads on his forhead. The conversation about Viktor’s bravery heard only as feint dreamy echoes as the smith fights to regain some measure of his strength.<br/><br/>Ivy’s unconscious form falling near him immediately rouses Sebastian.<strong>“Poor sweet Ivy,”</strong>he mutters half delirious from the pain.<strong>“She is so beautiful. Isn’t she?”</strong>He asks of Imogene with a stupid grin. His left arm throbs with a dull ache. Matching his own heart’s racing beat. He experimentally flexes his bicep and hisses at the burning ache it renews.<br/><br/>Ignoring the pain Bastian struggles to get to his feet. The big man pulls himself up with his right arm using the spokes of the wheel for balance. “<strong>We cannot let M’lady lay on this cold ground. She’ll catch her death.”</strong>Careful to keep his balance, Bastian kneels down and tries to gently lift her using his right arm to cradle her close to his broad chest.<br/><br/><strong>"Fair and gentle Lady if you would, please?"</strong>He asks, nodding for Imogene to open the carriage door for him as he tries to stand.<br/><br/>A large swatch of scarlet decorating his left side stands out sharply against Ivy's dress. He imagines he looks like a knight from one of his sister's story books just now. Rescuing the fair damsel after a glorious battle. Well it had not been very glorious for him.<em>And of coarse in the stories they never mention just how much it bloody hurts,</em>he thinks with a wiry grin.<em>Then again the knights always wore armor.</em>