The Bracken Woods don't look at me

Lily racked her brain, trying to think if she'd ever heard that name before. Surely it couldn't be the brother he mentioned? She attempted to imagine a scenario in which she decapitated any of her siblings and failed miserably, instead turning her attention back to the wounded Governor. Delight was pleading with him, but he was drifting off fast, and in need of help.

"P-please st-staaay, Ali," she begged, taking a position near him--not so near as Delight, but close. She nosed him insistently, anywhere he wasn't wounded (few places to choose from, at this point) trying to be as gentle as possible. "Y-you h-have to st-stay awaaay. . .aw-wake," she urged, teeth clacking almost painfully shut on that last syllable.

Speech was arduous, and she was shaking by the time she finished those two small sentences, breathing slightly heavier. Instead of talking to him more--he'd never really liked her prattling on, anyway--Lily stayed glued to his side, trying to keep him roused. If he fell asleep now, he could fall asleep for good. . .and that wouldn't happen. Not on her watch, nor Delight's.

"M-moss?" Lily whispered to Delight, eyes inquisitive. "D-doooes any--any-won h-have--"