It's a chaotic mess inside the cave, and Dokja is surely a part of it. He's gone through his own few rounds in the thick of all the fighting, only extricating himself now that he needs a moment to recover from the injuries he's sustained as he leans heavily against a nearby wall. His stamina's not great to begin with, and after weeks of poor sleep and insufficient meals, he's really starting to feel it in the pull and strain of every single movement he makes.
But there's no rest to be had. As soon as Dokja hears the loud thud of someone falling, he turns his head to look and spots a familiar figure on the ground. He doesn't think anything of it at first, plenty of people are getting knocked around, but then he spots the dagger protruding from Ernesto and that gets him moving.
He's overworked Way of the Wind at this point, but he finds that he doesn't care as he summons what strength he has left to dash to Ernesto's side in the blink of an eye, skidding to a halt and immediately crouching down to anxiously hover his hands over the prone body. It's not a fatal injury, bless up, but what the hell. ]
Ernesto! Hey, say something. Tell me you're okay.
[ While he talks to try and get Ernesto to respond, his gaze turns to follow what must have been the dagger's trajectory, landing on Eustace not far in the distance. Dokja's eyes go wide in realization, and something unpleasant and bitter uncurls in his chest. Seriously...? ]
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It's a chaotic mess inside the cave, and Dokja is surely a part of it. He's gone through his own few rounds in the thick of all the fighting, only extricating himself now that he needs a moment to recover from the injuries he's sustained as he leans heavily against a nearby wall. His stamina's not great to begin with, and after weeks of poor sleep and insufficient meals, he's really starting to feel it in the pull and strain of every single movement he makes.
But there's no rest to be had. As soon as Dokja hears the loud thud of someone falling, he turns his head to look and spots a familiar figure on the ground. He doesn't think anything of it at first, plenty of people are getting knocked around, but then he spots the dagger protruding from Ernesto and that gets him moving.
He's overworked Way of the Wind at this point, but he finds that he doesn't care as he summons what strength he has left to dash to Ernesto's side in the blink of an eye, skidding to a halt and immediately crouching down to anxiously hover his hands over the prone body. It's not a fatal injury, bless up, but what the hell. ]
Ernesto! Hey, say something. Tell me you're okay.
[ While he talks to try and get Ernesto to respond, his gaze turns to follow what must have been the dagger's trajectory, landing on Eustace not far in the distance. Dokja's eyes go wide in realization, and something unpleasant and bitter uncurls in his chest. Seriously...? ]