#//bastard is covered in blood and yunie is just

[ofmoonlily]

i'll be fine. just give me a second. -reveromantique

That was close! | Accepting | @reveromantique

Another assassination attempt was made on Yuna's life as hoards of bevelle monks and temple machina surrounded their general area with intent to kill. Her white clad guardian stood in as her personal shield, taking the majority of the magics, deflecting the hailing of bullets, and everything in between. The rest of the party split off into different sections and delved into the crowd, pushing back their standoff in a violent display of power to force bevelle's retreat.

The moment Seifer took a knee and leaned forward to catch his breath, Yuna's eyes widened, her pupils dilating to the size of needles as she observed the horrifying sight. Several arrows shot out of Seifer's back like the bare bones of decayed wings. Had he been fighting like that the whole time, without a word? Without a single complaint? He's 'fine' and 'needs a minute' before going back out there?

Rushing towards him, she collapsed onto her knees before his exhausted figure, Yuna extends her arms out and cups the sides of Seifer's face between the gentleness of her palms. With the aid of her magics, she forced out a heavy dose of healing to snake throughout his body from head to toe. Who knew what other injuries he'd been hiding?

"Seifer, I thank you for keeping me safe, for giving it your all, for taking on injuries which were meant to be mine. But, please, I beg of you, call for me when you need my help." a dainty hand meanders away from his blood spattered face and reaches around behind him, curling little digits around a single arrow before carefully pulling it out from the muscle of his back.

"I understand it is not safe, but never will I hide or flee, cower or stand by and watch my guardians be hurt. I am here, too. Right beside you; to heal your hurts at every beck and call." The hand that had been used to remove the arrow covers his wound while her palm glows, her aether seeping inside the bloodied hole in his back and closing the wound the best it was able. "Please. Don't go on thinking you must go about this alone."

She presses her forehead against his blood-stained forehead. Her hand searches for, and removes another arrow embedded deep into his back, chasing the pain with the warmth of her heals.

"Give me your resolve. Believe in Yuna."