Malken couldn\'t look up from Keara, even when Millia spoke, he just couldn\'t tare his eyes away. His mind was filled with the thought of her dying, and he would never again hear her laugh, never again feel her kiss, that it was all about to end... And how he tried desperately to cling to the slim hope that she could survive. If there was a way to keep her alive, no matter what in involved, he would do it. After all, he had already killed a man for her. Several men.
He was careful not to look at either wound, knowing it would only hurt him more, knowing that it would destroy his last hope. Mal also knew that he had to have hope, Keara\'s life depended on hope now. Only hope could save her. "I\'ll do anything." He said, not hearing her what she said until a few minutes after she had said it.
He turned his head as the words registered, and stared at Millia in slight shock. Only slight because he would do it if it meant Keara\'s living. He nodded and stood up to start to strip. Afterwards he laid beside her, quickly, and wrapped the blanket around them both. He felt more than a little uncomfortable being pretty much naked in front of Millia. It was used to servants, for they would make his bath as he stripped for that, that\'s what their paid for. Making the bath, not seeing him strip.
He felt his body start to shake as the cold sheets chilled him to the bone, her warm body was the only thing that kept him from catching his death from the chill. But if it meant catching his death, he didn\'t mind. Just as long as she lived, for he couldn\'t live without her, this he knew.
Even as he laid there, Sir Belron was bursting through the doors downstairs, sending a clear warning that he and Thomas were back and, hopefully with what they were sent for, though Malken couldn\'t remember what it was. "F-f-father h-home." He stuttered, part from the crying, part from fear, and part from the cold.