"Thank the Goddess," Eleven breathed through a hoarse rasp, as what felt like every muscle in his body went lax. It was rather a good thing he'd never managed to make it to his feet. Suffused with a relief so profound, he wished for little more than to lay on the ground until the feeling passed and his strength returned. He settled for sitting there, breathing and letting the numbness flood through his limbs.

"I was so worried," he confessed, hands shaking through the vestiges of his professed anxiety. "Xie Lian said.. nothing could be done, if a God fell in mortal form. I thought I'd doomed Erdrea. That even if we won, Yggdrasil wouldn't- would never.."

He shook his head, swallowing hard. "That death would rule, like it does this world. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to live with that. Goddess.."