Drake/Chloe/Quen/Cian/Open
Cian offered her a smile - tired and a bit edgy, but it was there. "I've tried doing dumber things," he said. "Glad I don't have to try tonight; that damsel in distress probably weighs more than I do." He nodded his head towards the fighter, although he kept his grip on the girl as steady as he could. "This one's practically a feather." Okay, that was a flat-out lie; he was hurt and the girl was pretty heavy. But he wasn't going to mention it. "Can she not see?" he asked conversationally once they had gotten under the cover of an awning which helpfully lined part of their way to the free Pharist clinic. "The kid, I mean. I'm going to assume she wasn't roasting us for fun."