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[It's later in the evening when the Fon Master makes a reappearance in the village just outside the barracks. Somewhat dazed, Ion takes only a few steps before tripping and falling to his knees in the snow.]

[He brings a hand to his throat as he gasps, the numbing effects of the drugs quickly wearing away and bringing to attention a stinging pain running along his neck and chest. Numerous vertical cuts, some deep but none within rage of vital arteries, litter the front of his neck. And with only flimsy bandages to cover the wounds, the front of his robes had served to soak up much of the blood as a result.]

[Knowing he won't last long in the snow dressed as he is, with a shaky hand, Ion opens the journal and starts trying to speak to call for help... but no words come out. He tries to cough and clear his throat, but that only increases the pain in his neck tenfold. As such, a pained gasp is all that can be heard over the journal, the book unfortunately tilted towards the snowy sky.]

[And the Malnosso weren't even kind enough to leave him with a pen.]

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[Ion allows himself to be pulled to his feet and leans on Miyabi, thankful that she seemed to understand him despite his inability to speak right now.]

[He takes a step with her, albeit cautiously, and should be able to walk so long as he has her for support. Although he might stumble once or twice. His legs are practically numb from kneeling in the cold for so long!]

[As the two walk, occasionally stumbling, Miyabi keeps her grip firm around her charge. She glances every so often at his face, and makes sure the cloak stay secure on his shoulders. It was his feet, however, were her greatest concern. Living in a place where it was icy cold for most of the year, she knew the dangers about frostbite and hypothermia.

As much as he needed to see a doctor right away, it'd defeat the purpose if he froze to death.]

...How are you feeling? Can you keep going? If not, we can find a place to stay until you get a little warmer.

[Even if Ion could verbally respond to that, he wouldn't know the answer. He's getting steadily dizzier from loss of blood and he isn't sure how long he'll be able to keep up walking. At the same time, he knew his circulation was bad on a good day, so all of this plus the freezing weather wasn't doing his body any good.]

[Whatever the case, his body decides to make that answer for him. As he goes to make another step, he abruptly stops, his legs suddenly feeling as though he were wearing shoes made of lead weights. He'll lose consciousness if he doesn't warm up a little bit, and soon.]

[The stagger almost makes Miyabi fall into the snow, but that's enough of a response for her to really get serious. This kid needed a place to stay and warm up, and she's already looking for the nearest house of building. She...may have to get a bit violent, but when circumstances call for it, well...]

Hey! H-Hey, don't fall asleep, okay? I'm going to get you someplace warm, and treat your wounds as best I can. You'll be okay, I promise. Just please, stay awake a little longer.

[She spies a house, with its lights out, and tugs Ion towards it. Once on the front step, she jiggles the doorknob. ...Nothing. Looks like she's going to have to get mean indeed. Raising her leg a bit, she slams the sole of her foot against the door. Yeah, she's fix that later. Going in, now!

Once inside the warm house, she immediately goes to lay the boy down on the couch, makes a fire with a small quick flick of her brush (and some help from Eferin), and goes to hunt down some bandages or a medical kit or something.]

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