Bonesplinter Ravine Nod my head, don’t close my eyes

He can see her gait getting worse. She’s hurting, he knows she’s in pain and it pains him. It’s like watching someone kick a puppy. He wants to stop it, but then he realizes it’s him kicking the puppy. Never mind that he doesn’t really like puppies, it’s the thought that counts. 

Then she falls. It’s a hard fall too, skidding across rocks and dead grass. He almost winces for her, but he finds himself slowing into a trot, then a dead stop right next to her. Well, a few feet away from her. He just stares down at her for a few seconds. He’s reduced such a strong woman to this. It sickens him. He’s truly disgusting, but he’s too deep in it now. He’s got to keep rolling with the punches. He can’t let her go. He just can’t.

Finally he speaks though. A rough, but strong, “Get up.” A few seconds pause. “I thought you were stronger than this Simmik. Now. Get. Up.” He says quietly, but a silent growl in his voice. An order, a demand. He can’t stand seeing her so sad and weak.