Blacktail Deer Plateau there's a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony

Air cooling as the twillight sparkled above, twinkling lights as they danced with the crescent moon while the paladin stood still, stoic, as his breath returned to the slow rhythm as before the rush of adrenalin had came flooding into his veins. He stood waiting... for what? Why? For the woman to come to her senses before he could go off on his own once more, in search of... something. 

Every now and then the drop of liquid honey would blink in the emptyness of his mask, bleeding from his own wounds, one especially on his flank as he waited for a reaction from the woman - it took a while but through the sobs she had finally risen. A thankful blink came his way, but there was more to come.  With panic she cried out for individuals, individuals whom she must have traveled with before the battle for her life, individuals who must have fled long before the paladin had come to assist. 

No one is here. His baritones spoke calmly, but coldly. The knight was not soft in voice and words.