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    ❀— How could this have happened? Could it have been the fayth, assisting her in her time of need? With everything she had done and sacrificed, perhaps this was their time to help her. But did this mean that she could summon all of her aeons? Even Valefor..? She stood in thought, still surprised and confused as to what just occurred, without realizing that she was vulnerable for attack and in great danger. Her strength alone was not enough to fight this man. That’s when Bahamut’s arm reached out in front of her as a silent order to move herself from the vicinity as their enemy got up and charged towards them. 

    Yuna gasped and turned from her aeon then quickly ran to the woman who lay restless on the ground. With concern written over her features, Yuna knelt down to the rosette and placed a hand gentle against the exposed portion of her arm. “My name is Yuna.” She introduced herself hastily as she tried to lift the woman from the dirty ground. Peering over the scrapes that covered her flesh, Yuna bit down on her lower lip gently and wrapped a single arm around her new acquaintances back to lend some support. “I can heal you, but we have to get away from here." 

     Her head turned so she could look back over her shoulder; watching the beast fight strongly against the violet man. Short brunette locks ticked her bare shoulders as the force of Bahamut’s wings pushed a tough wind against the two. 

    Before running off and bringing the woman and herself to safety, Yuna jumped forward slightly and waved her Staff in the direction of their foe; hoping to hit aim. A shot of magic blew through the wand and forcefully hit the man’s chest; aura surrounding his figure completely as a slow symbol of a backwards ticking clock appeared beneath his feet. "Got it!” She said confidently. Slowga in tact, it gave the two girls more time to escape as she guided her outside of the gravel paths and in to the shadows of the forest. 

     ”We should be fine here for now.” She was a little out of breath, but after a few seconds of cooling down, she exhaled deeply as she helped the slightly wounded woman in to a comfortable sitting. “Wait just a minute. It shouldn’t hurt.”  Kneeling down in the grass, Yuna placed her soft palms over a deep cut on her arm that wounded the poor woman’s flesh. Eyelids falling to a close, she conjured a deep Curaga spell which quickly began to heal the cuts that covered her entire body. Hoping to give her a sense of relief by this spell, the white mage lifted her head once more and revealed her heterochromia. One eye blue, the other green. Yuna’s face had gentle and rounded features, her expression full of sincerity.

“Do you feel okay now?”

     Her vision blurred from extreme exhaustion. She could barely see the fight between her enemy and the summoned beast. Her head ached as did her body. But the kindness of the brunette seemed to help vaguely.

     With the help of the stranger, Lightning was able to escape, barely, along with the summoner. The heat of the sun was then blocked out by the tall trees and their branches. Sweat began to dry against tan skin, her body finally cooling down. Her vision cleared, allowing her to get a clear view of the other girls face; the kind soul who helped the soldier when she was in the face of death.

     “Yuna,” she repeated, the natural deepness of her voice returning after being replaced by the pain-filled tone of her voice in the recent battle. And suddenly, there was a feeling that rushed through her bones, muscles and skin —- her entire being. It was a feeling of becoming numb for a few seconds, before the feeling returned, this time, without the pain to accompany it.

     She was now back to normal, thanks to Yuna, and so she stood, wobbling at first, before she gained stability. Upon turning to the smaller woman, she spoke, “Yeah. I feel much better.” She would leave it at that, until she remembered that this girl also saved her life, with the help of a summon. So she held out her hand in order to help the other rise. “Thank you, Yuna.”