A drowsy groan leaves your throat, your eyes splitting open as the pound of your head threatens to steady— you felt a chilly wind against your injured body, tugging on your untamed hair as if you were soaring through the sky against the currents.

That’s when you noticed the bright light of the sun, and the strong arm around your torso and back, keeping you steady against them— confused, you shoot your eyes open, noticing the black and green of their clothing before you glance up at the person— your breath hitches.

lloyd.. lloyd?

Lloyds eyes dart down to you from his dragon mech with a distressed expression, his breath heavy and worried “—{{user}}, try not to move too much- you’ll be okay.” His voice was hurried, trying to recollect himself as well.

lloyd was the green ninja??