Hideaway Strath look at the fire and think of me

In his clouded state, the ex-soldier could only choose one thing to focus on-- that ended up being Mona. When she drew near to him, he took the opportunity to sniff her over for wounds. It was only after he was satisfied that she was unhurt that he turned his gaze to her face again.
Calm down, firebird. He said quietly, undemanding but solemn in the request. Though he wasn't great at the whole shoulder to cry on thing, he felt responsible for her distress-- if he had been quicker... -- but that was not a thought for now. It'll be okay.
Nathaniel had a way of sounding absolutely certain of this; he almost was. After a few beats he shifted his weight, testing out each of his three working legs.
I can walk on my own. Trust me, you don't want me to lean on you. The second sentence held a bit of grim humor; it was a bad idea to him, given their difference in size. Let's just... walk slow. It wounded his pride a bit to request that the girl slow down for him, but he knew well that too much pride was foolish. It had almost killed him once, and he would not make the same mistake.