"A twisted ankle? Come now, Ser. Surely between the four of us we can come up with something a little more convincing than that. I could put a stone in my boot right now and achieve the same effect." She bends back a few gnarlier branches, checking them with her hip so her companions might pass comfortably ahead of her. Speaking of chivalrous.

"Athessa, my dear, how far would you estimate we have to go before we are at the doorstep of our new friends? Poor Bastien looks like he might collapse if he takes on much more water."