out of danger

Nanao can't move. Even now, she is too weak to rise to her knees; she can only lie there, tasting the salt of her tears as they trickle down her cheeks, listening to the distant thunder and the crash of flames.

Their contending waves of reiatsu ripple through the air and brush against her flesh (like his hands) and she should get up, she should go and help, but she cannot even move. She still struggles to breathe from the weight of the Commander's presence.

Please.

She must rise. She must do something.

Please don't let me feel him die.

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