While Sir Gavin reveled in his regained strength, Ollie took two small steps back from the reinvigorated knight, stumbling slightly and quickly lowering himself to one knee. Were it not for Liam springing out of his seat to catch him, Ollie would have toppled all the way to the straw mats that covered the ground inside the tent.
Sweat covered Ollie's brow, and his flame-red hair was plastered to his scalp, slick with sweat as if the young knight had just fought a fierce battle. His breathing was ragged and shallow, and his muscles trembled with exhaustion.
"Ollie?" Liam asked, dropping to one knee next to the pale-faced witch. "Sir Ollie, are you well?" Liam asked.
