Shadewood Knackin’ for a Cracker, Smacking like a Snacker

Cry saw a bit more motivation unfurl inside of his company’s body, determination bleeding vibrantly into that tawny stare. The Assassin made note how to use passive instigation to stir the man from now on, as it was clear his mind was wracked by overstepped pride. Some piece of him appreciated how the older man hadn’t stooped to ask for help. But logical aspects pointed to the flipped side of the coin. 

Seeing how much effort it took for him to not only rise, but take steps, Cry remained close to the elder should he need support. But never the less, he led him towards the sanctuary, the only evidence of their trail the shambles snow behind them.