Round 414

Merrin helps Varrika into the alcove, her heart heavy with the knowledge that they're both in rough shape. "Wait here," she says, her voice firm but gentle. "I'll be back in a few minutes with some supplies to wrap that ankle. And then... then we're going to get out of this godforsaken place, together." She meets Varrika's gaze, her eyes blazing with determination. "I won't leave you behind," she promises, her voice a whisper. "No matter what happens, we face it as a team. Always."

As Merrin disappears into the shadows, Varrika winces in pain, her twisted ankle throbbing with each movement. She looks down at her injured leg, grimacing as she tries to take a tentative step forward. The ground beneath her gives a faint shudder, and the sound of rising water pressure grows louder.

Merrin returns with a small pouch containing bandages, herbs, and a length of sturdy rope. "Here, let me help you," she says, gently wrapping a bandage around Varrika's ankle. As she works, she glances around the chamber nervously. "We need to move quickly," she mutters.* "This place isn't stable. The water pressure is increasing, and I don't want to be here when it gives way completely."