As Jim is dropped, Illario rushes in, making sure that Darkspawn is dead and falling away, or at least doing his best to do so. Under his olive skin, Illario's pale with exhaustion, the smell of blood lingering on him. As well as the gore from fallen darkspawn. But that doesn't stop him from immediately leaning into Jim, his own breathing laboured and his heart hammering wildly.

"I told you not to come. Thank you for ignoring me." He manages to slip into the narrow space between them and then tips his forehead into Jim's shoulder, just for a brief second, assuring himself that Jim is real.

"We need to get the Bambina out of here," Illario says, scooping up the little girl, trying and failing to ignore the way he wobbles as he picks her up or the wave of nausea that follows. I... you might need to carry her."

He can hear Harding and Neve below making short work of the remaining darkspawn, and he has never ever been so glad for Jim's friends. They're going to survive this.