I carefully supported Richard, feeling him lean slightly on me. The wound was not fatal, but it noticeably weakened his movements.
"We have to get out of here as soon as possible," he said.
"Yes," I replied quietly, nodding, although I wasn't sure where exactly we should go.
The forest around us was growing darker. It seemed as if the darkness between the trees was thickening, hiding every movement.
The forest was dense and dark, and every sound seemed louder than it actually was. We walked quietly, trying not to make a single unnecessary sound, and every step was cautious.
Sometimes I turned around involuntarily — it seemed as if someone was still following us. But every time there were only shadows and branches swaying in the wind.
When we finally got away from the place where the fight had just taken place and found ourselves in a small clearing, I was able to relax a little.
"You're... wounded," I said, barely containing my anxiety as I gently touched his shoulder.
