Sitting still, Namora's leg doesn't hurt as much. Though her eyes burn from lack of rest and her body aches from fighting so hard, her ears are as keen as always. At first she thinks it is coming from her chest but she realizes the irregular breathing is coming from Eric. She can hear his rough hands scrape together as he wrings them nervously in his lap. To her relief, she also hears footsteps coming down the hall. A few seconds later, Eric hears them too. He helps Namora to her feet and a few steps away from the bench; she sways painfully, trying to keep off of her injured...