Dokja makes sure not to jostle around too much once Himeka's settled on his back, his arms coming around under her knees to support her, and he rises to his feet once he thinks she's secure. There's a moment of unsteadiness as he does, his own encounters on the battlefield wearing down on him, but he manages to steady himself quickly.
As he crosses the distance between pyres to reach Abel and Rand, he stops short in the middle. ]
Just one second.
[ He slowly leans down, mindful of Himeka and in keeping his balance, and scoops up the box laid on the stage. The edges seem a bit singed but its contents remain intact. He'll deal with this at a later time. For now, he joins up with the others at about the same time as Kotetsu's appearance. With a small nod toward the other man, Dokja angles his shoulder toward the opalescent shard so that it's easier to reach for Himeka. He doesn't want to touch it, memories of how it had felt when others had dealt with his own shard still fresh in his mind, though his expression darkens with more than just those memories.
There's something similarly precious stowed away in his own pocket, but one thing at a time. ]
Let's get you guys to the healers first.
[ He's barely paying attention to Abel's gratitude, too lost in staring at the myriad of injuries across the other man now that Dokja's close enough to see. That same ugly feeling from before twists in his chest, and he exhales shakily. Himeka, too, desperately needs the medical attention. He needs to keep it together for the both of them. ]
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Dokja makes sure not to jostle around too much once Himeka's settled on his back, his arms coming around under her knees to support her, and he rises to his feet once he thinks she's secure. There's a moment of unsteadiness as he does, his own encounters on the battlefield wearing down on him, but he manages to steady himself quickly.
As he crosses the distance between pyres to reach Abel and Rand, he stops short in the middle. ]
Just one second.
[ He slowly leans down, mindful of Himeka and in keeping his balance, and scoops up the box laid on the stage. The edges seem a bit singed but its contents remain intact. He'll deal with this at a later time. For now, he joins up with the others at about the same time as Kotetsu's appearance. With a small nod toward the other man, Dokja angles his shoulder toward the opalescent shard so that it's easier to reach for Himeka. He doesn't want to touch it, memories of how it had felt when others had dealt with his own shard still fresh in his mind, though his expression darkens with more than just those memories.
There's something similarly precious stowed away in his own pocket, but one thing at a time. ]
Let's get you guys to the healers first.
[ He's barely paying attention to Abel's gratitude, too lost in staring at the myriad of injuries across the other man now that Dokja's close enough to see. That same ugly feeling from before twists in his chest, and he exhales shakily. Himeka, too, desperately needs the medical attention. He needs to keep it together for the both of them. ]