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

He nodded once at Alarian's apology, finding it easy to forgive him given that he was only trying to help. When he suggested that they only travel a little closer to his pack and to somewhere a little safer, he slowly forced himself to his feet, trying to hide just how painful it was and probably failing. When he had steadied himself enough to speak, he turned back to his companion. Alright, lead the way, Midar said, the strain and exhaustion making the words come out a little less sure than he had intended. Traveling was really the last thing he wanted to do, but the other man was right, he needed to move somewhere safer and if they moved closer to his home, then he could leave and come back in less time. Gathering the last of his resolve, he looked to the scarred male and nodded, ensuring him that he was ready to move.