Redsand Canyon You're just like an angel

He stood when she motioned for him to but tried to keep most of his weight off of Aquene. He could mostly walk, and he didn't want to strain her with his larger form. He had noticed her limp, and he refused to make it worse. 

He was thankful for the water when they reached it, and he lowered himself to the ground before drinking, afraid just lowering his head would be too painful. He knew she wanted him to eat but until his nausea abated, he wouldn't be able to. 

When he had taken in as much water as his stomach would allow, he looked at Aquene, his gaze soft but worried. I'm glad you have help. She certainly needed it now. How did you get hurt? he asked. He was not going to drop it, no matter how messed up he was.