Dawnlark Plains Got no time to waste, I'm already late

He could tell the other man was unhappy with his suggestion, which wasn't surprising. But instead of arguing, he offered to help him further. But, he was trying to make things easier for Alarian, not create more work for him, and hunting for Midar as well as helping him move somewhere safer was definitely more work than taking him home. Not to mention, he inwardly balked a little at needing someone to hunt for him, even with the throbbing in his neck and ears making him wish someone would just knock him out and give him some relief--he could push through it if he really needed to, though. He had a feeling his companion would continue to press him to accept some kind of help, not matter what he said or how many times he assured him that he was fine. No, I don't want you to have to do all of that, he said, stiffly shaking his head. I'll go with you if that's easier. I feel fine enough to travel; I...just may be a little slower than normal, the beast quickly added. He slowly and painfully raised himself into a sitting position in an attempt to reiterate that he could do this.