"Okay." She reluctantly loosened her grip on him so that he could get out his phone. Melora hung on to one of his arms, resting her forehead against him while he dialed Hawke's number.
She was tired, and there was a dull aching in her chest. She was alive and breathing and there was no blood spurting out of her, but she wasn't going to be doing any cartwheels any time soon.