This was such a mess. Torie held herself resolutely vertical, without his help, but as he neared, she could feel the warmth of him and smell his cologne and she was wholly distracted. She grumbled an agreement, but she was no healer and so didn't know much at all about his injuries. If they could just get to her wand, this would be easier.

Casting an uncertain look up at him, she was caught between what she still wanted of him and what had happened between them. There was something in his look that said he too struggled to find a balance, but she didn't know what to say. Thankfully the news that there was a cabin nearby brought some sort of hope and a more firm plan, so Torie nodded slowly. "Just help me hobble along," She conceded; she would not be carried like some damsel in distress. She had to let Mr. Fudge do that when her leg was broken at the Sanditon. This was not nearly as bad.

"My wand is on my saddle, we'll need it." She told him, unsure as to how far they would need to walk away from. She would stumble as far as she could before giving in to his White Knight Needs.