get tangled up in you

He would encourage her to enter the water with him and she would barely be a step in before she stubbed her toe rather impressively. Solor sighed rather expressively as he moved forward to take a look at the offered foot. "I think you went an entire five minutes that time before you needed rescuing again, my little damsel" he informed her rather matter of factly. "Come on then and I'll fix it up for you" he told her. Being a rogue and often spending time alone he knew basic first aid - enough to keep himself alive at any rate. He moved on ahead of her in the water, roughly pushing aside any loose rubble between here and shore to give her a smoother path back. Lucky for him she would not be able to see his actions and movements under water where silent - he hardly wanted anyone to think he was going soft or anything.

He assumed she would follow on after him and he pulled himself from the water and shook out his coat. He scrambled through the under bush until he had a tough, thin root and moved back towards his blindseer "I'm binding your claw" he warned her before he man handled said extremity, pushing the claw out gently by the knuckle and using his teeth to trim the claw as deeply as he could without drawing blood, and then judging his teeth and claws to wind the root about the cracked claw to bind it "It will limit movement until it grows out and we can cut the broken part off" he explained to her.