Gavenson smiled weakly as he tried to stand. "Haha... Now I owe you two-!" He fell forward, his wounded leg giving out under him. Ilanii caught him as he fell into her arms. She pulled off his balaclava, revealing his dark eyes and blond hair. "Ah... S...sorry..." he muttered, coughing up blood. Ilanii put her finger over his lips. "Shhh... It's OK..." Ilanii said softly, laying him back down against the rock. She pulled out a field dressing, and applied it to his leg. "Can you stand, Matt?" she asked. "Mm... Maybe. But not yet, Ili," he said. "What do you mean?" she replied. Gavenson pulled her down, their lips meeting.
The rain continued to fall, its soft pattering on the leaves sounding out a beautiful harmony.