Fall Onto Earth: Ambriel & John
John fell backwards when Ambriel got so quickly to his feet. He stared up at the shirtless angel with the barely healed wing in surprise and then alarm before scrambling to his own feet to catch him. "Easy, take it easy, you've had a bad fall."
John had seen pained expressions before. He trained with the best in his tribe on healing, and that meant seeing a lot of pain and even death. But Ambriel's eyes weren't just pained, they were resisting defeat. Somehow that was worse than the pain. Something about a sword? John glanced quickly around and spotted the weapon sunk into the earth by the blade, the hilt still visible. "There. Is that your sword?"
Keeping Ambriel upright, John hooked his own bag with his toe and picked it up, catching the strap to sling it over his shoulder. "Come lean on the wall. I'll get your sword. And then I'm helping you inside the castle to the other healers, okay?" He guided Ambriel closer to the wall of the castle. "You're going to be alright, but you can't fight anymore."