His body one giant bruise, Rakos staggers to his feet as Bell rushes to his side. “Are you all right?” they both say in unison. Holding his bloody right arm away, Rakos takes Bell in his other arm. He dodges Bell’s attempted kiss to inspect him for injuries. No visible scrapes or bruises, just rapid breath and flushed cheeks. “Are you all right?” Rakos repeats. Bell laughs dazedly. “You’re the one who just tackled a fucking wyrm.”
