The coast was clear enough that Celica could easily make a beeline for Saber. She thanked Mila's divine grace that she was able to do so. However, as Celica neared her fallen mercenary, she gasped. He appeared to be seriously injured.
"Saber!" Celica cried out to him. She knelt at his side, checking his heartbeat through his neck. Still beating, she confirmed. She reached into her belongings and pulled out a piece of fish, a herring, and handed it to Saber, feeding it to him. He coughed up, and sputtered awake.
"What the hell..!?" Saber coughed some more. He saw Celica above him, a herring in her hand. He wiped his mouth clean from the fish, and spat out the rest.
"You're alive! Thank the goddess!" Celica was relieved as she clasped her hands together. Small tears of joy fell from her worried eyes, she wiped them clean off absentmindedly.
"Yeah, no thanks to your trying to choke me with a fish!" Saber complained, still spitting out bits of raw seafood. His near-death encounter hadn't changed his attitude much after all. He clambered to his feet, getting battle ready once again. Despite his wounds, he seemed as capable as ever in his fighting stance.
"We need to eat to keep our strength up. It's good for your health." Celica reminded him as she joined his side with her own weapon at the ready. She returned the half-eaten fish to the sea by carelessly tossing it overboard.
"Yeah, sure. Anyways, looks like we've still got our work cut out for us." Saber said, surveying the area. It was true, their ship was quickly becoming overrun with pirate hoards. He noticed one of the sea scum coming from Celica's blind spot, "Like this!"
"Grk!" The sneaky pirate coughed up as Saber's blade ran through his flesh. Celica groaned as she watched the man drop dead, she clutched her arm.
"What's wrong?" Saber asked. His eyes widened as he saw the reason for his "boss's" whimpering, her arm had been cut by the pirate's attack somehow. It didn't look especially deep, but still seemed more than a minor inconvenience for the frail-looking redhead. Saber glared at the dead scum on the floor, if only he had noticed the enemy sooner then he might have been able to prevent the cut from connecting.
"Get to safety, hide in the cabin!" Saber told her.
"What? I can't possibly do that, I need to be here, fighting alongside the rest of you all!" Celica insisted, still holding her arm, but also keeping a good grip on her blade.
"Not with your arm like that." Saber grabbed Celica's uninjured arm and began dragging her across the ship, much to her protests.
"Saber!" She cried. Saber suddenly stopped, much to Celica's surprise as she kept going and bumped into the red-haired man. She groaned. He grunted.
"None of that, now! You're the boss here, so what would we do if we lost you to these damn pirates!?" Saber exclaimed as he quickly spun around to face her, stepping ever closer to the injured girl as he spoke. Closer he got to her until their faces were close enough that they could kiss.
Celica blushed at this invasion of her personal space and looked away for a moment as the mercenary's intimidating glare drew thoughts of worry from the petite priestess, but somehow she could tell that Saber was not trying to coerce her into doing as he wished. Celica looked again at the man still clutching her arm, and could find nothing but care and worry for her well-being.
"Thank you, Saber." Celica said at last, nodding to him. She could understand his point of view, and felt it time-enough to humor her newest ally by resting in the cabin of the ship to recuperate, if only for a few minutes.
Saber sighed. He took Celica's hand again and led her towards the doors to the cabin...
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