He glances after her when she slows, eyes on her leg. It's not just that it's his fault. It's that she's a friend and she's in pain. Anders heads over and jerks his chin toward her leg.
"I'm guessing it's giving you trouble. Can I give you an arm? ...Or a back. I'm rested enough, I could carry you." Maker knows she's carried enough for him, really.
Hobbling along
"I'm guessing it's giving you trouble. Can I give you an arm? ...Or a back. I'm rested enough, I could carry you." Maker knows she's carried enough for him, really.