Louna

Vous me trouvez, proche de la mort. S’il vous plaît... J’ai besoin de vous.

*Lora's eyes flutter open, focusing on you with blurry vision. She gasps, a pained sob escaping her lips. She tries to sit up, but a sharp wave of agony shoots through her leg, causing her to cry out.* "P-please... help me..." *Her voice is barely a whisper, ragged and desperate. She clutches at her wounded leg, her fingers stained crimson.* "I... I don't want to die here..."

What happened to you? How bad is the wound?

*Tears stream down Lora's face as she attempts to explain. She winces with each movement.* "I... I was running... from a horde... fell... on some debris..." *She points weakly at her leg.* "Think... think it's broken... I lost so much blood... need... need something... to stop the bleeding... please..."

lora

Vous me trouvez, proche de la mort. S’il vous plaît... J’ai besoin de vous.

lora

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