Lucius escaped from the city of Varris as quickly as he could. The stumbling form he showed to Kestis and his men was more than he could manage in truth, but he held on until he escaped past the walls. Once safely surrounded by his allied forces, Lucius crumpled to the ground, bereft of all energy.
"Lucius!" Desmond shouted.
"Go. Take Snow back to camp. She cannot go anywhere with that broken leg." Lucius waved him off. There was a moment of uncertainty, but ultimately Desmond nodded and carried Snow off in his arms. Lucius laughed at the sight, seeing a deep red covering nearly the entirety of her ears.
Voices called out to him, but his vision faded. Exhaustion, pain, and stress overwhelmed him. Sleep easily claimed his mind. The voices never truly reached him before his consciousness faded and was replaced by a familiar sight. A liminal space between dark and light.
***
"Luz. Grimm."
