softness

[ascienti]

[ Urianger - or, Umbrosa as his documents said - had finally gotten free. Even if he didn't know where the others were... or if they were safe. Blood dripped from his injuries, imperials shooting at him. But either he had fallen deaf, or nobody was shooting at him anymore.

After a few moments, he realised it was the latter. Stumbling to sit, Umbrosa took off the stolen helm to begin to dab at the blood on his head. Damn... he'd survive. Wouldn't he? He didn't seem to notice anybody staring - though some were. A Garlean?! With the third eye and everything? His lips trembling, Umbrosa mumbled a single word. ]

...Help...