The sound of falling rocks would forever cause her heart to race at the thought of how close they were to immediate death. The fact that Irene was the only one to get slightly pinned was practically a miracle.
Irene had to remove her helmet completely that time because the dust was closer to her face and filling her helmet. She was worried about breathing it all in.
It was in that moment that the Commander decided to back away from the rocks, but he promptly tripped over Irene's outstretched legs.
The woman let out a pained gasp. Her ankle was already bruised and swollen from the rocks collapsing on her in the first place. A metal-clad food tripping over it was the last thing she needed.
However, ever caring for his knights, the Commander was quickly on his knees at her side.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice slightly desperate. "Can you stand?"
