Whitewater Gorge only one remained to haunt me.

He reaches forward, there immediately to shoulder her weight should she tumble. The last thing he wants is for her strength to be zapped, and her injuries aggravated even further. A soft noise vibrates in his throat, trying as he might to bite down concern and instead, soothe the hurt she must be feeling.

It would be best to move away from the cliff’s edge, and to a location where she not only could heal in peace, but he could find the herbs Sindri has taught him about. For now, however, he knows to take it slow. Just her standing seems shaky at best.

“Oh,” he breathes out, his heart sinking—sympathizing with her, no doubt. For despite having allegiance to Easthollow, it is no… home. “Well, you're not alone anymore.” He vows. Him, too, with her here, he feels purpose swell in his chest; determined to protect. “Can you walk? Lean on me, if… if you need?”