Her movements were sluggish, uneven. He gave a smile when she uttered his name, before he frowned in concern. She looked absolutely ridiculous standing there, legs splayed out in an attempt to keep herself balanced. Her smile did little to ease his worry or detract from the hilarity. "Better than you, it would seem." He replied, coming closer. Perhaps someone would normally laugh at the way she looked right now. But the fact that something was obviously wrong killed any laughter that would have risen in his throat. She was not well. His hulking frame was soon beside her, offering his steadiness to her uncertain frame. 'What happened? Are you okay?" He pelted her with questions. "Did something do this to do?" Did someone hurt her?
Or was this the Rift toying with her? He knew so little about this world or magic, or poison and could not differentiate between the three. Then again all of them could combine into one within this place. It was so dangerous. Had she stumbled upon something unknown within the Rift that placed this spell upon her? Or was it a sickness unique to this land. So many questions. So much worry. For now he focused on trying to steer her towards the fallen city, if she would let him. They needed to find some shade for her to be in. Maybe she was suffering from a lack of water? His guard had told him of such a thing and it was not that difficult to become dehydrated in a desert. Shade would be good.
Halyven
