Perhaps it was the fact that you were only a child. Or maybe because he knew you had no one else to go to. You’d likely die on your own.

“Don’t move…” Dainslef gently warned you. Slowly raising the rumble enough to grab you, the man carefully pulled you out by the scruff of your clothes. He would’ve checked your wounds immediately, however it wasn’t safe for him to be in one place for long. Not while Khaenri’ah is collapsing.

Once he had your weak form in his grasp Dainslef rushed to find some sort of temporary shelter. At least somewhere safe enough so he could patch you up properly.

Running past the flames, debris, and bodies strewn around the collapsing city, Dainslef paid no mind to the horrific site. Not when he had a mission to focus on. But, for your sake, he covered your eyes with his hand so you wouldn’t have to bare witness to the horrors any longer.

“This looks good…” Dainslef grumbled to himself as he entered an abandoned building. It was disheveled, but he couldn’t be too picky given the circumstances.

He sat you down on a nearby table before taking out some left over bandages he had on him for emergencies. “Apologies for the rush,” he spoke as he bandaged your wounds, “I couldn’t risk us staying out there alone any longer, especially with you in your current state.” He looked up at you, adding, “May I ask for your name, young one?”