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"We won." Gerik mumbled as he leaned against a wall and shut his eyes. Relief washed over him but it didn't last. Joshua pointed his blade at him. "Can't this wait?"
"Never put off what you can do now." He grinned, swayed, and shook. "I— I'm feelin' luckier than... than..."
Joshua collapses like a puppet with its strings cut. His sword clatters to the ground but he breathes slow and steady. Gerik just hauled him to his feet, sliding an arm under his, and Marisa grabs the other.
"We should probably get the King of Jehanna to Natasha before he dies of exhaustion." Gerik said and she nodded but looked just as worn out. "Nevermind. I want you to go find Tethys. She probably blistered her feet again."
"Yes." Marisa careful let go and headed off, unable to keep her sword arm steady on the hilt for the first time since he's known her.
Then Joshua mumbled something that he didn't quite catch it. "What was that?"
"Natasha. 'm gonna marry her." He manages to get his feet under him. "I love her, Gerik."
They both took an unbalanced step forward, leaving their swords behind. "Then let's go see her."