After the fight, Naviga and Minerva were both knackered, sprawled on the ground, looking pretty beat up. They were both struggling to breathe, every gasp a reminder of the pain shooting through their bodies. Blood was everywhere, forming dark, shiny puddles around them. The rough volcanic rock beneath them soaked it all up, turning a nasty shade of red. They were fading fast, losing strength with every passing moment, their faces pale and trembling.
Suddenly, Minasa appeared, like a ray of sunshine in all the chaos. She didn't hesitate, kneeling down beside the two warriors, her movements careful but kind. She pulled them into a tight hug, holding them close like she was afraid they might disappear. Gently, she helped them sit up, guiding their tired bodies until their backs were against the cool, damp cave wall. The chill of the stone felt good against their burning skin. Every move she made was quick but gentle, showing how much she cared for her sister Naviga and Miss Minerva.
