Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Roan suggested that she take his place for a time. It was a very thoughtful gesture and the diminutive fae truly appreciated it. "No," was her answer, however. "With that shoulder, you wouldn't make it a hundred yards. Abs you definitely wouldn't make it without undoing all of my hard work." Extending her neck, the woman gave a reassuring nuzzle to Roans chin. "Let me care for you. You can make it up to me later if you wish."

Pulling a clean piece of hide from her pack, Iolaire wrapped her injured paw once more. Resting it had helped. The throbbing had ceased. The lithe dame slid from the cart, stretching when she hit the ground. Surely her mother would turn soon and they could be on their way. Truthfully, she was getting tired, having been up all night preparing. That was what she dId though. Overworked herself to get things done. She often paid for it later.