Anthony expected the response even before it came so he didn’t try to press. He didn’t want to injure Ms. Victoire’s sense of pride any more than he likely already had by this point in their short acquaintance. Nodding, but still very much unsatisfied by the result, he offered her his arm to lean on. He wanted very much to simply envelope her fully, take on the majority of her weight himself, but that felt like a rude presumption and so he waited for the lady to distribute however she felt fit. “Please just try not to put weight on it, if you can help it,” he muttered gently, unable to stop himself.

Once they were situated, Anthony glanced briefly in the direction of her wand. Well that was a shame. He would have to come back for it. “The cabin isn’t too far up the bank,” he replied. “I can come back across once we’ve settled there and bring your wand as well as the horses. They’re probably in need of water anyway.” He nodded a little, thoughtfully. Poor things. He would have to sneak his steed some extra sugar cubes when they returned; she’d been awfully championing during this mad dash!

Gently, Anthony inclined his head the way he’d pointed and held onto Ms. Victoire as much as she’d let him. She felt small in his grasp, but not frail. Her hair was a wild mess about her face, skin flush with adventure as it was, and he couldn’t help the surge of attraction that shuddered through him. Bloody traitorous instincts, he thought to himself huffily. And very ungentlemanly to boot. They took their first shaky steps across the rocks. “Are you alright?” He hummed, close to her ear, determined to check in. The question was obvious, given the nature of their predicament, but somehow Anthony felt that it was more than just an inquiry about the present.

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