Location: The Palace, Queen's Study
Drystan held Silfe close, attempting to keep the woman ambulatory and bearing some of her weight. With her free hand, the Jedi reached up, undoing the clasps around her neck, unbuckling her helmet and removing it - allowing it to fall to the floor. A cascade of honey-blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, and hazel eyes regarded the injured woman in concern. Reaching up with a gloved hand, Drystan gently tucked a dirty strand of black hair behind the woman's ear, and offered her a tentative smile. She nodded at Silfe's mention of a much-needed rest. "Nonsense... you're placing no-one in danger. Rest will come... once we get you somewhere safe."
Drystan had turned toward the doorway, ready to ignite her lightsaber at the sound of blaster fire, before the King of Commenor entered the ruined old study. Veiere's appearance was a welcome sight. Drystan stepped forward in an attempt to keep Silfe from injuring herself further, working to keep the broken & battered survivor from collapsing to the dirty floor. "Good to see you again." She said, shooting the King a troubled look... the two had met before, and seemed to be destined to fight beside one-another. Drystan indicated the presence of Olivia, the servant who'd heard Silfe's cries, and the Mandalorian warrior who was standing by. "We managed to get her out, thank the Force... but she's badly injured and can't walk. Curato Salva is good... but they need to be evacuated before the rest of this place comes down around us."
The sounds of intense warfare could be heard in the background as Tathra Khaeus, Kaine Australis, Kyrel Ren, Baron Morcus, and their combined forces remained engaged. At any moment, Drystan was primed & ready to be attacked... though with the arrival of 7 more lightsaber-wielding warriors, she felt a bit more secure. She was already concerned for other survivors trapped in the rubble... but that concern warred with a sense of urgency.
Edited by Drystan Marakos, 16 November 2018 - 03:44 AM.