Mari had not expected reuniting with his sister to go well—not after assassinating their father—but he had not expected her to be so afraid of him she would become unaware of her surroundings, that would run straight to a cliff without noticing what danger she was putting herself in.

He could take the blame for chasing her. No matter his intentions of helping her in her journey to save her friend, seeing someone known for killing her family would make anyone run away.

Still, he had thought she would have the sense to turn away from the cliff edge instead of falling off it. Zaya was lucky she had landed on another cliff below it, but it had still been high enough for her to fall unconscious and break her thigh bone, one of the stronger bones in the human body.

Mari grimaced as he considered the bone protruding from her flesh. Blood soaked through her pants. He was used to death as a trained warrior, but he was not used to this level of suffering. Her unconsciousness was sparing her from it for now, but as soon as he would help her with the wound, she would feel the pain. Acid rose in his throat at the thought.

He was not a medic, so he hoped he could do something that would spare her leg, at least.

Mari took a deep breath before he placed his hands on her wound.

Zaya let out the most devastating scream as he pushed her bone back into her thigh.