Carefully - oh so very carefully, this is so much different from every other time he has carried her, but it is effortless as he lifts her into his arms - he moves her into his grasp, transferring her from the table to Taweret's bed. There will need to be washing done, but at least Kreyu is no longer actively bleeding.

"There is no beating Death," Skellig says quietly, bowing his head as he strokes a hand over Kreyu's face. "But today was not to be her walk with Them."

(He nearly says our walk, because if Kreyu had perished...he would have likely gone after her, losing himself in the process.)

He shakes his head to clear his vision and looks back up at Taweret again, then to the bucket near the table. "Do not...do not toss that aside. She may need it, when I return. I would ask of you...please. Watch over her."