Chapter 224 - She can walk!

Flying a couple hundred meters towards the sky, Osira Nardone led the group of four towards a Cave high enough to escape the now considered enemy's reach. A Snow Ignite can't fly and would require a lot of time to climb those mountains, quite frankly it's enough time to treat Bittore's wounds. The Ignites can't all leave the Carved Path they are guarding and even if they could, it wouldn't necessarily be a big problem. They wouldn't attack the people they shared the same pain with.

Flying against that strong wind became troublesome, but they had to do it. It took a lot of Stamina, concentration and actual physical strength to not get thrown against the vertical semi straight mountain wall! It was especially hard for Mogranius both physically and mentally, he can't risk falling over a hundred meters down with another soul on his arms. Luckily, Bittore is actually shorter than her daughter so it wasn't too hard to carry her. Perhaps that's why the deceased King has been eyeing Osira, because of her early bloom.

The Cave Osira lead them towards, appears to be quite extensive. It reached multiple sections deep but they stopped once sinking around 20 meters in. It is the best way to avoid the cold winds without sinking too deep. As for light, there are 3 conscious Fire Mages after all. A simple burst on one's palm can provide proper illumination.

"Set her down gently, we need to tie her wound." Uttered Osira in clearly noticeable panic and started taking her fur coat off and with another aim of taking her undershirt off as well in order to rip it up and tie her mother's wound.

Once setting her down, he took a glance back at Osira and was quick to notice what she was doing. This isn't his first wound treatment! Luckily, when he glared back she has just taken off her first thick linen shirt. He couldn't help but disagreeing with her choices! "What are you doing child?"

"We need a cloth to tie her wound! Turn around, I don't need men looking at me while I'm shirtless. Especially after what I just went through!" She expressed whispering angirly! It is not like she doesn't want any outsider to hear her, but the cold tends to drain her energy. The cold wind blasting against her body on the way here was endurable but only because she was wearing a fur coat. She could still feel the cold wind creeping in from many sides though.

Eric barely understood what she meant, but he did manage to understand one thing. To turn around, so he started facing the wall until they both were interrupted by Mogranius. "Don't look at the wall Eric." Afterwards turning her attention towards Osira he demanded. "Put your shirt back on. Both of you are children and need the heat!"

Halfway through removing her linen shirt, but thankfully there seems to be at least 4 of them afterwards to battle this blistering cold. She slightly yelled with all the energy she had. "My mother needs the cloth!"

"I'm aware." Although Osira looks no doubt physically fit, mature and even out of the average. Her face makes it clear that she is still just a child. Furthermore, he heard Bittore point out that her daughter is 17 years old when she tried to convince King Tamzar not to touch her. "I'm older and have dealt with cold a lot of times." Trying to joke around in aims of lightening the mood, he calmly said. "Plus both of you don't need to turn around if I take my shirt off."

Wanting to break into laughter but refusing to do so because of this situation, she just formed a half smile and tried to teach Mogranius what sarcasm is. "Oh, I still might have to look away." If only she knew that no one can beat Mogranius in sarcasm.

"Ha ha ha. Don't get a big head kiddo." Afterwards turning his attention towards what matters here, he backed off from Bittore just a little bit and asked before he completely walked away. "Do you know how to clean a fresh wound?"

"Ugh... My mother did it countless times but I didn't quite master it yet." Explained Osira feeling just a little bit embarrassed, but hey at least she is being less grumpy now and is overly willing to cooperate.

"It isn't too hard, I would ask Eric but he can't quite control how much he bursts. Just keep the Fire light and burn each Inner portion of the wound." Although he feels like he explained it enough, he still felt a bit paranoid and dared to point out. "You don't need to blow flesh off, just burn the surface until it is dark brown!"

"Ugh where am I?" Asked Bittore once she regained consciousness! The moment she woke up, she felt a burning sensation of pain on her shoulder and a lot on her head too. Luckily the head injury wasn't bad enough to actually force blood to burst out.

"We are in a Cave mother." Tried to explain Osira as clearly as possible. Luckily they have tied her wound already or else it would have been a lot more painful for Bittore, slowly burning skin isn't a wound easy to withstand after all. It is much like having a hot knife bashed on her skin, except it wouldn't cut anything.

"What happened? Why are we here?" Dared to ask Bittore, afterwards reaching out to hold her own wound. "I feel dizzy."

With her throat feeling heavy, having it hard to talk. It isn't easy to see her only bit of family left suffer this much. "You... you don't remember anything?" Was Osira finally able to ask, but sunk into sadness on the way there.

"Give her some space, she needs to breathe." Pointed out Mogranius the obvious, and tried to pull Osira back by her shoulder. Only to see her already filled with tears once she turned around. It almost made Mogranius burst into tears as well even though he had no relation with these ladies.

Trying to comfort Osira, Mogranius tried to explain. "Your mother will be just fine. She just has a little bump. It really isn't anything to worry about since she doesn't have an open wound, is speaking and can even walk I assume." Such logic is indeed impeccable even though proper reliable Medical attention isn't a widely spread, unless they were in Zameria right now which is filled with Healers. 

It helped Osira feel a bit better, but she turned her attention towards her mother and asked one question that has been occupying her thoughts these past few seconds. "Mother, can you walk?"

"I think so. Help me up!" Told Bittore and reached her right arm out. Osira grabbed her mother's arm and used her other hand to hold her back, it is a lot more comfortable for both of them. It wasn't too hard for her to lift her mother especially since Bittore is just 5.6 feet tall. However she is a bit heavy due to her muscular form.

"See I can walk Osira." Tried Bittore to be as strong as possible. But most importantly, she remembers her daughter. No one mentioned Osira's name yet so this is solely from her own memory. She still required her daughter's aid to walk though.

"You remember me?" Asked Osira while a lot more tears broke out from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. At least it isn't cold enough here for tears to freeze or else she would have a frozen beard.

"Of course child." Expressed Bittore with a low tone and with all her energy she touched Osira's cheek, trying to wipe her tears off.

Seeing that Bittore doesn't have enough energy, Mogranius recommended. "Alright alright, let her rest for a while." Afterwards he put his fur coat on the ground so Bittore can rest comfortably over it. Warmth is a big sacrifice in these parts and shows who truly has intends who are a bit more pure if not unconditional.

Assuring that Bittore is alright, Mogranius began to search for the burning questions he has had since he met these two at the Carved Path until at this point. He sincerely asked, "Alright, so may I ask what the hell is going on in this Kingdom?" His way of expression though, was similar to singing a lullaby. 

"Ugh, I realize you have walked upon this Kingdom in a very terrible situation. But there is a lot you don't know, however I'd like to thank you first." Grabbing her own head and massaging her temples, she murmured. "I probably couldn't have made it without you."

"I think we brought the situation to that position so there is no need to thank me." Tried to show Mogranius sympathy and understanding.

"No no. He would eventually find an excuse to touch my daughter, I'm glad he is dead." She feels quite good that Tamzar is gone, the revolutionary leader is gone and won't be able to contribute. This Revolution as we know it might crumble into dust.

"I think we destroyed this revolution, bad or not he helped destroy a lot of the ill.u.s.tration Alliance Soldier count. The Kingdom is vulnerable to invasions now." Mogranius does carry a very firm point at the moment, if he knew what was going on, however this would be considered the source of idiocy.

"You didn't destroy anything, the Kingdom stands strong but not because of his contribution!"