Moonspear Star Fall

Her dark, fine brows rose up at his proposal. A wry little smile etching the corners of her mouth. She almost wanted to let out the soft, short laugh she felt in her chest. "Alaric." She stated kindly, matter of factly. "That is very sweet of you but I think I will manage fine by leaning on you."

With a few hobbled steps, she lined herself up, shoulder to shoulder with him. She leaned in and let some of her weight rest, but not fully. There was a grin in her voice. "I am a pure blooded Archer, after all. We are strong of spirit." There was that hint of pride again. None of her kin would have allowed themselves to be carried, especially while still conscious.