Hearing an airship land, Gabranth looked around, spotting it. He still held Yuna in his arms, and she really wasn't in good shape. She was still battered and bruised, and whilst he'd managed to keep her quite warm there was only so much warmth you could get through a suit of armour. "There is someone calling your name, Lady Yuna," he murmured, turning to carry her in the direction of the airship.
She wasn't heavy. He'd carried her a fair distance through the marshlands and she hadn't even slightly began to weigh on his back, and he was nearing forty. Frowning slightly, he held her protectively, wanting to ensure these people weren't going to harm the small woman. He even went as far as to cuddle her up in one arm, drawing his larger blade for protection.
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Date: 2009-11-09 09:58 am (UTC)She wasn't heavy. He'd carried her a fair distance through the marshlands and she hadn't even slightly began to weigh on his back, and he was nearing forty. Frowning slightly, he held her protectively, wanting to ensure these people weren't going to harm the small woman. He even went as far as to cuddle her up in one arm, drawing his larger blade for protection.