Her frail body stumbled forward and she fell. She kicked out in a feeble attempt to rise herself, but exhaustion and weakness weighed her down. With a heave of her chest, she looked at her brother with icy blue eyes, whimpering pathetically. "Park, I can't. I'm too tried." She whined softly.
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Parkyr looked at his sister with pity, his ears flattening. He couldn't carry her, and there was no shelter. "Kylie. Get up, you have to try." He urged, nudging his sister. Kylie had always been frail and weak growing up, and this was the last straw. He couldn't leave her, not like this.