Krile: Gr...Grand...pa...
Galuf: Hang on, dear!
Krile: He's...calling...
Galuf: Shh, don't try to talk.
Krile: ...Calling... Ghido is calling...
Bartz: Ghido?
Krile: Hurry... go find Ghido, please...
Bartz: But who's Ghido?
Galuf: A sage who has lived for over seven hundred years... Ghido's the one who prophesized that the crystals in your world would break.
Bartz: And he's calling her? Like, pyschotically?
Galuf: ..."Psychically," Bartz. Anyhow, the sage might know some way to defeat Exdeath!
Krile: ...
Galuf: Hang in there, Krile. We're gonna go see Ghido, so just hold on a little longer.
Krile: Mmm... but... have to... use the wind drake...
Galuf: Don't worry. We've got dragon grass in spades.
Krile: Really!? ...The drake's resting at the top of this tower...
Galuf: Will you come with me?
Lenna: Certainly.
Faris: Like you needed to ask.
Bartz: Where do we find this Ghido, anyway?
Galuf: He lives on a small island. It's in the ocean northeast of Drakenvale.
The drake refuses.
Bartz: That grass killed off all the wind drakes...no wonder he doesn't want to eat it.
Galuf: It doesn't matter if he wants to...he has to! With wounds like these, if he doesn't hurry and eat that stuff, he'll die!
Lenna: It's all right. Look, you can eat it, see? I'll have some, too.
Faris: Lenna! Are you insane?
Bartz: Lenna! Did you forget? Dragon grass is poisonous to humans!
Lenna: Here, now you try...
Yay!
Oh, right.
Krile's eyes sparkled with the colors of the rainbow as the gave Lenna the antitoxin. It's a good thing she kept some dragon-grass medicine on hand for occasions like this! She tossed her wavy blonde hair over her shoulder. "Don't do things like that!", Krile scolded, "That's incredibly dangerous!"
Galuf put a strong hand on Krile's shoulder. "Krile, are you sure you should be up and about?" He always got so worried about her, but she was fine! "I... I'm okay..." she said, struggling heroically through the headache. Sometimes telepathic contact with the worlds greatest sage could be such a burden! But Krile was strong. She could make it.
Even when the pain was enough to make her swoon, Krile didn't want anyone to fret over her. She could endure her hardships alone. "Don't... don't worry 'bout me...", the Mary Sue said, dropping a syllable to sound even cuter.