There was no way for Isiah to navigate the vast, unfamiliar terrain while cradling Eijar in that awkward position, forcing him to remain seated on the cold sand and wait for her to recover.
He felt no real anxiety over her condition, fully confident that the blood he had provided was actively restoring her dark reserves.
Keeping a sharp focus on her mana signature, he noted that while her power was not rebounding rapidly, the crimson sustenance was indisputably working.
He stared down at her limp, motionlessness form. Seeing her so helpless made her appear shockingly fragile.
Isiah found it impossible to picture this small creature standing side by side with his brother in high tier battles. From what he was witnessing, she closely resembled a frail pet rather than a formidable living weapon, a realization that unnerved him for a brief second.
He was prepared to utilize her as a tool to achieve his ends, not to wander around acting as her caretaker.
