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Amber saw the mare approaching but she was too distraught to give her any real attention. One thing she said stuck with her though. What is Lan to me? My friend? More? Seeing him fighting and bleeding and in mortal danger wrecked chaos within her. He is doing this for me, she realized. Nobody, other than her bonded had ever done anything for her like that. Protecting her at great cost.

The sent of sage broke her out of her reverie. Her eyes filled with tears as she saw Lan trotting back to her. Getting in between her and the mare. I don't know what we are right now, but I intend to find out if we get out of this... Nuzzling his closest leg to get his attention she looked up at him, eyes pleading. "Enough Lan, they don't have my bonded.... l-let's leave."

Tekashi walked up to Atlas and found a patch that was not bruised or broken an nuzzled it, she leaned up to his ear and whispered, "I love you."

She paced around him and gathered stock of his wounds, brows furrowed. "Can you walk?" She asked.

Amber tried to get up, and fell down once. She tried it again and shooting pain went up her shoulder. She managed to wobble while standing then looked up at Lan again "I.. I think I can with some Hel....p" And then she looked at him; REALLY looked, he was one hot mess. How can she ask him for help when he was worse off? Slumping down, she said "Nope! I can't sorry Lan, I guess we're gonna have to stay here." She looked guiltily toward the other two azrein, hoping they would be the ones to leave.

Lan coughed and began to sink to the ground.

"Sorry" he ground out, and the haughty eyes turned on him instead. He shot Amber a glance that said in no uncertain terms 'no'.
He slowly folded down and landed with a huff and a groan, he could move..if he really wanted to, he hoped Atlas realized that.

"We were in point of fact getting away from the dangers of the six's lands but looking at us collectively now, we failed."

Atlas simply nodded to his princess, then painstakingly lowered himself to the ground. He listened to Lan speak, noting the other's expression. His expression was tired, but not dead; his opponent could still fight if he deemed it necessary. As could he. But the other stallion's words irritated him for some reason. "... I don't care," Atlas said suddenly as he rested his head along his front hooves. "The Six's mission, my father's mission, your mission... I have no interest in any of them. ... However." His gaze met the purple mare's. "Tekashi is my princess and my mate. I will not allow anyone hurt her." His gaze slid to Lan's. "I will fight for her until my dying breath if she wishes it." Then he let his eyes slide closed. "So let us hope that our princesses do not bid us to fight further, Warrior Lanthiron. One of us will surely die, and the other will be strewn across the foot of death's door."

"There will be no fighting from my court tonight, I do not wish to loose my beloved for then there would be no reason to go on. And you better hope that never happens, I may not be brawny but I was blessed with more then a modicum of intelligence."

"Atlas is mine the dark side cannot have him without me." Tekashi lay down definitively by her beloved. The scene might have looked peaceful but for the battered countenance of the three out of the four.

"So it seems we are at an impass, a truce for now?" Normally she would have wanted more, but she would not loose her mate to his physical match. Though she was kind of hoping that Atlas would have won had it come to much further, but that was a mates pride and the way her mind tended to work. The opposite was unthinkable. The little foal who was so quiet and so kind and didn't look at her weirdly, someone whom she could help, had helped and now loved irrevocably.

That answer was enough for Atlas. He draped his neck across Tekashi's shoulders in a protective yet affectionate gesture. He exhaled quietly through his nose, as if acknowledging that his princess's comments in regards to him were correct. Which they were; he would go nowhere, even through the gates of death, if his princess did not wish him to go there. He didn't relax, however, until the other mare accepted his mate's offer for a truce. He let some of his aching muscles relax, but kept a wary eye on the pair.

Atlas was a little puzzled when the mare stated that she could walk. He knew his strikes well; her shoulder was in shambles, if not shattered completely. Perhaps she simply hadn't wanted to move while there was a possibility of pursuit? Or maybe she was gaining courage because he had relaxed? He tensed up slightly, but didn't move. They hadn't made any sudden movements towards them and their injuries were bad, so it was unlikely that they would attack. But he had to be ready, just in case.