Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

He wasn’t happy about being pulled behind the tall mountain of a woman, but he suppressed his displeasure and did as he was told. Mostly he wanted to sleep, but he was continuously being throw about the cart. Thank goodness for the mass amount of furs they had piled up or he would just be a bruise. With Resin upset and growling he was far from sleep when Iolaire suddenly appeared at the back where he had his head over his arms.

”No, I’m fine.” He was honest this time he said the words to her. Mostly he just wanted to sleep, but he likely wouldn’t get a whole lot of that until they settled into the new packlands. She joined him in the cart, her slim frame climbing in easily and she looked over the claw wounds at his face.

She was constantly looking out for his comfort though and offered him some of the usual pain medication. This time he didn’t hesitate at all to take up the bark into his mouth. It was awful, but he was particularly sore today. Iolaire settled in beside him after that, and he couldn’t deny the comfort of her presence. He was already embarrassed by his forced containment in the cart. Having someone there to look to after losing the one he was closest to was invaluable. He wasn’t sure he’d have really recovered if he didn't have the dainty woman to lean on.

”How close are we?” Roan asked while leaning into her side.