[He can't feel it like she can, having no ability of his own, but it's undeniable that there's a distinct pressure to this place that is uncomfortable and overwhelming, almost enough to make him forget about the throbbing pain that courses through him. She's at his side, but he doesn't need to be told to get to his feet--he's already working on it when she slips her arm under his and starts to pull him up.
They do need to go. He's just not necessarily confident that it will happen quickly, though he certainly seems to be doing his best.]
I can walk, I just-- [Even in outright peril, being carried is more than a little humiliating, but it becomes apparent to him that his crutch was strapped to the horse, now long gone and (probably) halfway across the continent.] I need to lean on you.
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They do need to go. He's just not necessarily confident that it will happen quickly, though he certainly seems to be doing his best.]
I can walk, I just-- [Even in outright peril, being carried is more than a little humiliating, but it becomes apparent to him that his crutch was strapped to the horse, now long gone and (probably) halfway across the continent.] I need to lean on you.