hadn't made a mistake. That was the problem with different species and classes – everything he had was meant for Corgan warriors, with years of training and organs she didn't possess. The effect was immediate, but just as dangerous to her as her condition.
Soros could only hope that she'd be able to pull through.
When the adrenaline had run its course, Kat fell back into his lap, now appearing to sleep. Her breathing returned to normal, but Soros didn't count her safe just yet. If the noise was anything to go by, the fighters were probably blasting the little hill to pieces on top of their heads. They were deep within the ice, and finally, even Soros started to notice the cold.
Moving was essential. To get away from the place that was about to collapse and to get warm. The path through the ice was treacherous, nearly impossible to traverse for Kat, but that was the only way out. At least Turian would have trouble tracking them, with the tunnels spreading out in every direction.
Soros hesitated. He didn't want to wake her, not when her life hung in the balance, but if she didn't move, she'd freeze. He could carry her, but motionless, the cold would take her before they got out.
There was nothing to be done.
"Kat," he called again. "Can you hear me?"
After a few moments, she opened her beautiful blue eyes and looked up at him. Soros didn't think he'd ever seen a more gorgeous sight or one he cherished more. He'd been afraid that he would never see light in those eyes again.
"What," she whispered, "what happened?"
"We made it," he responded. "We are in the ice. Safe for the moment. But you took a bad beating from it on our way down."
"I remember," Kat murmured. "You were holding me. How are you not more hurt than I am?"
Soros smiled. He couldn't help it, her ridiculous concern over his well-being was curiously endearing. No one had ever worried about him like that before, mostly because there hadn't been a need. There still wasn't, but the fact that she cared was exhilarating.
"My armor is made to endure things like that, yours is made to sneak," he offered. "And I won't repeat the rest. You wouldn’t like it."
A tired smile dawned on her face. Soros hated the idea of doing anything to make it go away, but they needed to start going.
"We have to move now," he said. "Turian won't forgive you for that shot. His warriors are searching the area already. Can you hear that? Soon he'll find those brave enough to come down after us. They can't catch us here."
He didn't mention the rest, mainly the need to keep blood flowing in their veins. Kat was already shivering in his arms. Ironically, he was glad that they'd spent their nights in biting cold. It would help a bit with her endurance, but not for long.
Soros got up and helped Kat to her feet. Even there, on relatively stable ground, she slipped and nearly fell. He caught her, wondering how they were going to make it out of there alive. If he'd left her, he could have reached the edge of the ice quickly enough, but that wasn't an option. They would leave together or not at all.
"Any chance your suit has a feature that might help you walk on ice?" he asked, hoping that his clumsy attempt to make a joke would lighten her mood.
It seemed to do the job. Kat smiled sadly, shaking her head.
"Nothing like that," she said. "But I will mention it to the Palians once we get out of here. I can't imagine their field tests included a place like this."
"Probably not," Soros agreed.
"I have an idea though," Kat said then. "Do we have anything we could use for rope?"
"Not as such. Clothes are the closest we can get."
"Than we should do that. My shirt is made to endure, it should hold at least that much. Help me take this off."
Undressing her should have been a pleasant task for Soros, but he could barely watch as her soft skin slowly turned blue because of the cold. By the time she slipped out of her shirt, her teeth were clattering so hard she could barely speak.
Kat rubbed
Soros could only hope that she'd be able to pull through.
When the adrenaline had run its course, Kat fell back into his lap, now appearing to sleep. Her breathing returned to normal, but Soros didn't count her safe just yet. If the noise was anything to go by, the fighters were probably blasting the little hill to pieces on top of their heads. They were deep within the ice, and finally, even Soros started to notice the cold.
Moving was essential. To get away from the place that was about to collapse and to get warm. The path through the ice was treacherous, nearly impossible to traverse for Kat, but that was the only way out. At least Turian would have trouble tracking them, with the tunnels spreading out in every direction.
Soros hesitated. He didn't want to wake her, not when her life hung in the balance, but if she didn't move, she'd freeze. He could carry her, but motionless, the cold would take her before they got out.
There was nothing to be done.
"Kat," he called again. "Can you hear me?"
After a few moments, she opened her beautiful blue eyes and looked up at him. Soros didn't think he'd ever seen a more gorgeous sight or one he cherished more. He'd been afraid that he would never see light in those eyes again.
"What," she whispered, "what happened?"
"We made it," he responded. "We are in the ice. Safe for the moment. But you took a bad beating from it on our way down."
"I remember," Kat murmured. "You were holding me. How are you not more hurt than I am?"
Soros smiled. He couldn't help it, her ridiculous concern over his well-being was curiously endearing. No one had ever worried about him like that before, mostly because there hadn't been a need. There still wasn't, but the fact that she cared was exhilarating.
"My armor is made to endure things like that, yours is made to sneak," he offered. "And I won't repeat the rest. You wouldn’t like it."
A tired smile dawned on her face. Soros hated the idea of doing anything to make it go away, but they needed to start going.
"We have to move now," he said. "Turian won't forgive you for that shot. His warriors are searching the area already. Can you hear that? Soon he'll find those brave enough to come down after us. They can't catch us here."
He didn't mention the rest, mainly the need to keep blood flowing in their veins. Kat was already shivering in his arms. Ironically, he was glad that they'd spent their nights in biting cold. It would help a bit with her endurance, but not for long.
Soros got up and helped Kat to her feet. Even there, on relatively stable ground, she slipped and nearly fell. He caught her, wondering how they were going to make it out of there alive. If he'd left her, he could have reached the edge of the ice quickly enough, but that wasn't an option. They would leave together or not at all.
"Any chance your suit has a feature that might help you walk on ice?" he asked, hoping that his clumsy attempt to make a joke would lighten her mood.
It seemed to do the job. Kat smiled sadly, shaking her head.
"Nothing like that," she said. "But I will mention it to the Palians once we get out of here. I can't imagine their field tests included a place like this."
"Probably not," Soros agreed.
"I have an idea though," Kat said then. "Do we have anything we could use for rope?"
"Not as such. Clothes are the closest we can get."
"Than we should do that. My shirt is made to endure, it should hold at least that much. Help me take this off."
Undressing her should have been a pleasant task for Soros, but he could barely watch as her soft skin slowly turned blue because of the cold. By the time she slipped out of her shirt, her teeth were clattering so hard she could barely speak.
Kat rubbed
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