[SWE] The Core and the Voice

KALT RAVENSHIRE As long as my blood runs red Racing through my veins    Ashetta had used the bond during her venture within the Spire, and when the time came, he was atop Kysma’s bare back and galloping towards it. He had felt her pain in the challenge to kill those she loved, but he didn’t know the extent that it affected her. Bottom line, he knew he had to reach her.    He ran up the Spire, having informed several others in passing of the situation at hand, and one hand held his bag of medical supplies against his hip to avoid it from bouncing annoyingly.    Reaching the domed chamber, the man’s brows drew together at what he found upon entering. Needless to say, it wasn’t what he was expecting, but that wasn’t the point. “Hey,” he said quietly, joining Ashe with a flickered smile. Kalt ridded his hands of the gloves he wore and would carefully touch the raven-haired girl, letting his healing magic flow through her.    “Whoever’s injured, find a healer,” he directed to whatever ears were listening. “Myself and others will be circulating, but make sure you’re seen if something’s wrong. Don’t brush it off.” He turned to Ashe with a quirked brow, knowing she would’ve been the first to say that she was fine even if she was missing a fucking limb. And my heart still beating, I will fight til the end