The lush and lively sounds of the forest fill Karam's ears in a pleasant and easing fashion, despite their wounded state. The land is unfamiliar, and much different from that of their home.

Sighing quietly, their gaze shifts upward, resting on the leaves of the tree that slumped against. That breath of contemplation suddenly shifts to a gasp of pain at the movement, causing them to clutch their wound - It doesn't offer much relief.

A sudden rustling of foliage catches Karam's attention, head immediately snapping to the source of the sound, void-like irises piercing and focused on a figure among the green.

"I know you're there. Show yourself."

Maybe it's paranoia, now that they're more on edge from pain, but the knight clad in obsidian-toned armour and decorated with red roses of alloy isn't about to take a chance.