In the back of his mind, her presence is still a shadow on the radar of his awareness - she is hurting but she is not hurting, not at this very moment as he snuffs the life of this guard out with his bare hands.

Eventually, the struggle and the kicking and scrabbling stops and the guard's weight grows heavy; Skellig presses harder until he can feel the trachea collapse beneath his palm, the bones of the spinal cord crush. Once he is satisfied that the guard is DEAD, not just unconscious - he allows his grip to go slack, the dull thud-thump of literal dead weight hitting the ground likely one that Ibani has heard before.

Many times before, though softer and smaller, for children do not have as far to fall to hit the ground.

Skellig does not immediately turn to her, has to take a moment to steady his breathing, calm his heartrate down a bit.