[Perhaps their time together had not been long--Syrlya had a way of weaving through the battlefield and he found himself from one place to the other quickly, easily. Every so often he would come back to find Allen just the same, standing tall and bloodless while Syrlya's uniform continued to grow stained until a griffon took him off the field.
So he's equally relieved to find Allen in one piece... weary, perhaps, but alive.]
I am... but I feel as if I should be asking you that. [He glances over his form once with a wry smile.] Is everything all right with you?
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So he's equally relieved to find Allen in one piece... weary, perhaps, but alive.]
I am... but I feel as if I should be asking you that. [He glances over his form once with a wry smile.] Is everything all right with you?