As he saw Rhea disappeared in the billowing smoke of the wreckage, even through all the pain and grief he felt, Alden couldn’t help but smile. Her grit and determination, even in the face of peril, allowed her to push past the physical limitations her small stature placed upon her. He brushed a hand through his hair, prying some now dried blood from it and pulled the mask back to him face to take in another deep breath of the oxygen it supplied him.
Finally, he saw as she emerged from the thick, dark smoke. You could see the struggle in her steps as she carried the larger man, but she did so with a determination that seemed to palpitate out and fill even as well. Pushing himself to his feet again, he forced himself through the pain and into her direction. In this regard, Alden was stubborn and he cared more about others than he did himself. He would allow himself further harm if it helped others. And so he pushed himself on and into her direction where he would help take the weight from her as best as he was able.