Lost Creek Hollow a lonesome star in a bitter sky

i'll let you decide if he's able or not, just for the giggles, so feel free to powerplay a touch!

Her words were more soothing than he could have expected, though it did not entirely quell the stress he felt over it all. She didn't delve into details, but he'd take being told he wasn't that bad off as a good thing rather than a bad. Still, being at the receiving end of that sort of pain told him it was bad enough; for it to be worse he may as well have been lying there half-conscious and completely unaware of any sort of presence around him. There was no telling how long he had been forged into that position either — all of it in hindsight now as quickly becoming a blur as the silence of the situation lingered with the absence of her voice.

But Harlyn chimed back in, the murmuring of her voice only a brief gleaming thread that she was still making decisions as things unfolded. Knowing full and well that she wouldn't leave him alone, he mustered to draw himself back into a semi-upright position, carefully aware of the tension and pain that rolled through his shoulder. "I think I can manage," he said, teeth gritting. The ground felt uncertain beneath him, but he wasn't sure if that was just lingering disorientation or the gravity of what he intended to do. When he did make for the attempt to rise, it was a shaky sort as he combated with not placing weight on the injured leg. It was a slow rise, and he was stubborn enough to try.