Ankyra Sound That purple touch

Nyra observes as they roll and sprawl through the sand, tearing at each other. Xynos for life, Alduin for the death of the betrayer.
Yes, Xynos had ran, had been intent to leave her and War and the others behind.
Afraid, perhaps.
Too afraid.
Too soft.
Xynos takes Alduin to the ground, ripping at face and throat. But just in time, the Dark Prince sends him flying.
A sound of pain as an eye is taken, as Xynos is ripped into again.
She watches as Alduin feigns one way, then goes the other, taking a hind leg into his teeth and biting down, down, down. Shaking, jerking, until the lower part of the leg is ripped off in a sputter of gore.
Impressive, very impressive.
Xynos is taken to the sand again before Nyra can see Alduin's wounds in his shoulder and ribs.
She watches still, as Alduin fights to control himself again. Fights to preserve the life of his victim at least a little longer.
She grins wickedly, watching intently as the prince pants heavily, bleeding, torn, tattered.
She almost wants to step out to congratulate him.
Instead she waits, watches as he grabs the shadow's scruff and begins to drag him into the water.

Then, she quietly comes out of hiding, coming up alongside Alduin in the water and taking up another part of Xynos to even the weight so her young friend doesn't drown himself.
With that, she'd swim alongside him the whole way, helping to keep Xynos and Alduin by extension, afloat in the ocean.