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Yevaud
Seeing Ana tiring herself out, and pushing herself on after she should have collapsed pained him, as her sworn protector he could not sit idly by and watch her kill herself, even to save others. "Milady, you must rest, you'll do yourself no good if you push yourself to the point of death, Rest, we will explore this site." He nodded to Silt, thanking him for his help, then pushed the blade of his sword into the soggy earth, and rummaged about in his pack for a wineskin, which he handed off to Anarrima, along with a small wrapped package of dried fruits. "Take some rest, your grace." He then rose and drew his blade up out of the ground, wiping it clean on his cloak in the same fluid motion. He then inspected the edge and slid the sword into his scabbard to wait for Silt, Marcos and Vincent to move, and warning Ana with a slight glare that she was not to move, or further strain herself, not that he really expected her to obey, but he could try to be a good guardian at least.
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